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The 23rd - Glosa
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
The Glosa is an early Renaissance form that was developed by poets of the Spanish court in the 14th and 15th centuries. In a Glosa, tribute is paid to another poet. The opening quatrain, called a cabeza, is by another poet, and each of their four lines are used within your poem. The opening quatrain (by another poet) is followed by four stanzas, each of which is generally ten lines long, that elaborate or "glosses" on the cabeza chosen. Each ending line (10th line) of the four following stanzas is taken from the cabeza. The usual rhyme scheme of a glosa is final word rhyming of the 6th, 9th and the borrowed 10th lines. The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures, He leadeth me beside the still waters, He restoreth my soul. The 23rd There are times When sleep doesn’t come, There is a loneliness, a hunger That needs satisfaction In the silence of the night. I am a simple me…no savant So oft-times I feel much need Within the solitary quiet To say…regardless of Devil’s taunt The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. The words are such comfort, Afford much reflection, On what was, is and will be. I see His protected sheep, I see souls of those gone before In peace and love…on God’s acres. At times like these I push aside my doubts Push aside temptations pressures He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. It is with such clarity that I see so much Within the darkness…of a sleepless night. There is an appreciation of insight I acknowledge that I am one of the sheep Straddling the valley of lost and found, It is me - not Him -who always falters, Yet He keeps me within his reach, Placing Himself between me and potential sin, Sometimes I wonder why He even bothers He leadeth me besides the still waters. There are times When sleep doesn’t come, There is a loneliness, a hunger That needs satisfaction In the silence of the night. I am simply needing to be whole, Safe and free from the fears That can and do keep me constrained, Glory! I let go of self-binding control He restoreth my soul. |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
To say…regardless of Devil’s taunt The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. Sometimes I wonder why He even bothers He leadeth me besides the still waters. I loved this one too Spirit, and although I am not about to try it anytime soon, I can sure appreciate the effort and thought you put into this wonderful poem. I printed them both so far to keep and read again. Thank you. |
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