(NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 3)
Today’s challenge is to write a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza.
Sonnet 76 (By William Shakespeare)
“So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.”
I write you a sonnet (By Komaljeet Kaur)
Miscalculated moves disgracing the
proud purple lands
embarrass my feet; chasing the white lands
Silly memories of past are never tastless.
Sinking deep into flavoured memories is a
plain joy that I still want to pursue.
Reading back and forth old love letters of a
golden decade, chasing back the time
I swear, little cynical I grew.
So all my best is dressing old words new.
The playful sea tossing the few wildest sunsets on its palm,
and I picture us submerging in a world
full of dreams. I’ve spent long ages in reading your heart. The flicker of emotions on thy expressionless face and rusty scent
of thy body drowns me more in thy love.
Having invested time, a packet of love in you, I crave without discontent,
spending again what is already spent.
Civilized paths; abandoned, the emptiness
disappears as Turkish wind bubbles up the
surfaces of lands where our eyes first met.
The whimsical moon and its lost pride,
I better not betray either of them, or you.
For thee, Lord is considerate, has sold
his dreams to shadows and stars willingly.
These memories neither die nor age, I find them fresh and new always, golden or gold
for as the sun is daily new and old
I write your body a sonnet.
A carefully packed envelope sealed
with a dozen of kisses, carry a lot of deep emotions. I play with your hair, you don’t stop me either. The touch of your skin has tales, completely untold
“He loves me as a knight loves his armour
His eyes roll over mine, in a manner, slightly uncontrolled.”
So is my love still telling what’s told.
Thank-you. Happy Reading 💗
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