Today we were to react to a 4-line stanza by another poet – and look, Patrick has a poem of exactly four lines in his Pic and a Word challenge this week.

Prompt 3: “It’s 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. Traditionally, each stanza has ten lines, but don’t feel obligated to hold yourself to that!”
I had to read this a few times and look at the explanation but then I got it. First, the poem by Pic and a Word host Patrick Jennings:

The ebb
Of tides and life
Reveals the glories concealed
By full flood
Pic and words: Patrick Jennings
And this is my first ever glosa. I never knew this was an international term. One would think Slovenians invented them by the way we were thought them in school.
The ebb and back The flow the glow the mess the sass the sudden the surge the urgent the urge the web the ebb of smiles and love of fights and strife of streams and moss of peaks and loss of heat and ices of bets and dices of leans and girth of man and wife of deaths and birth of tides and life revels on hidden levels rides the high tides rustles through thick bustles rhymes with what finds ruminates on pearly gates ruins the perfect states runs until it’s run its course rises until it’s time to fall conceals the treasures revealed reveals the glories concealed by full moon by tide pools by pull-downs by build-ups by cool jewels by dull rules by young fools by old drools by bull blood by full flood.
In photos, the Orbetello lagoon 15 minutes from me here in lower Tuscany.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #307: Ebb
The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: My future movie titles with an acrostic
C’mon Already, Live 9. Arrested by Tom Cruise from the Sky. Mercy, Mexi Movie 67.2.nil. Eccolo! The Day the Carbonara Stood Still. Rare Pearl Jam MP3 Cassette Show. Abridged Version of Everything Must Go.
All That She Wants She Doesn’t Do. Nobody Wants Some, Means Me Too. Deny. A really short film, part II.
Satan, His Stencils and the Tension. Hit Me with Your Wisdom Tooth. Improvise and Then Run, Ruth. Thursday Portals to The New Dimension.
2019: Gigi was here Later that day I recall the event to amore. “Who was it?” as anxious as I was. “Gigi D’Alessio.” The scoff, the grin, the eye-roll, the hand gesture - all at once - remove the need to say anything. (Read it in full.)

2020:
Sunset: vistas, some- what censored for your senses. Subset: zealot. Blog. Read other crazy orange haikus
2021: Life in 100 words
I wipe a wave of sweat, remove kale from my pants (sand! I mean sand!), and take a deep breath. (Read it all.)
This day in my blogging history
2014: In the year 2000, there will be ten states in Europe: Eastern Europe, Western Europe and eight Yugoslavias. —Mladina magazine, 1987
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Yay!
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Made it! 🙂 Thank you for persevering!
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The urgent urge.
Very amuzing!
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I love that you found a way to write a poem without many words for this prompt.
I’m skipping the prompt. I think it’s really interesting, but not for me.
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Hi, Angela! I found your comment in spam. Thanks, I’m glad you liked it. I have decided to always do it to prompt, give or take…
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Thank you, Bojana. 🙂 Some fun was had again with this one. But today it was Day Four and I felt tired already.
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I bet. I couldn’t do it. So, hats off.
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I think this is my favourite of all the poems I’ve read of yours. Fun, playful, insightful. A lovely epic journey of lovely words and delightful word associations. ❤
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Thank you, Patrick, for this high praise and for writing such a perfect poem for this challenge, every line of different length and structure, just ideal. It came together just right. I’m truly glad that you like it.
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Wow, it’s a plethora of poetry. You’ve done really well, I simply adore your poetry. 😊
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Ahh, thank you, Not Pam, for reading my words. 🙂 I’m having much fun with it, except when not really and then I purge. 😀 Suits me…
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Very well done. A great reflection of the original poem. And a great poem standing on its own!
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Thank you, Maggie, I’m glad that you think so. I was really lucky with Patrick’s source poem with four lines of different length.
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I like the motion you express in your poem, to match the ebb and flow.
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Thank you, Crystal, I’m glad that you can feel the motion. I think it was guiding my writing process.
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I love your interpretation of this form! Well you know how I love repetition. (K)
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Thank you, K. I was lucky that Patrick’s source poem had four distinct lines and then I just ran with it.
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I’ll have to remember the idea.
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Wonderfully done, Manja!
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Thank you, Punam! Glad to see you over. Always welcome back.
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Love your poem, Manja! All the wordplay, the short punchy lines and frame by frame images. Especially the second stanza. Love all the shots but the photo of you and Amore especially. ❤
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Haha! That’s not amore. That’s my friend from Slovenia. I only met amore when I was 42 (which of course is the answer). Thanks, Sunra Nina, I’m really glad you like it. I’m a bit overwhelmed right now. So much to do, edit, write, read others, so I do nothing and watch basketball repeats. Luka is THE Man.
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Ha ha! 😀 Oh. Well, you both look hot damn. 42! Lol. I can appreciate you’re overwhelmed. I feel like that too. Writing, editing and reading becomes so intense this month and then doing it with all the other things you have to do is a bit of a much of a which of a wind. (I bet there’ll be a Cummings prompt at some point 🙂 ) No idea who Luka is, I’m afraid. I expect he’s very tall.
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Hahha, that too. Over 2 metres. Look:
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Bloody hell! 😀
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I admire your courage in trying so many new poetic forms — and the fun you are having. I appreciate how today’s poem pairs words in fresh, engaging ways. We’re having fun with you.
I also like how past poems scroll over photos: treasures revealed, glories concealed.
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Oh, Carol Ann, I swear that your comment gave me strength to finish my today’s poem and post. Day 4 and I’m already tired. But you sound so wonderfully supportive. The rest of my strength I got from yesterday’s game. DID YOU WATCH THAT? :O Luka is a psycho. 😀 I saw that you thought of me at the previous ugly loss but clearly they are choosing their battles. Looking forward to the play-offs. Thank you from the heart.
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I am always looking for Mavericks games on TV and I’m even following them on Twitter. You are making a fan of me! (And I’m glad to hear that my words gave you the last bit of energy you needed for your day’s poetry. You have undertaken a great challenge with such gusto and skill!)
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Great to hear! 🙂 And let’s hope he bounces back for the first game against the Jazz.
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Such a beautiful and lyrical use of anaphora. Thank you for reminding me of this poetic device.
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You’re most welcome, Gloria. 🙂 Thank you for your visit!
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