GLOSA

Glosa: In its strict form it is a poem consisting of a line or a short stanza called cabeza (or texto), stating the theme of the poem and followed by one stanza for each line of the cabeza explaining or glossing that line and often adding a refrain as the first or last line, or both. The cabeza may be any length or rhyme scheme and the poet is free to choose any other form.

Aromas from the kitchen beckon me

Its hard to wait for dinner patiently

My mother blends her spices perfectly

Like peppermint or cinnamon in tea

Mouthwatering I'm sure you will agree

Aromas from the kitchen beckon me

But Mom I know, won't listen to my plea

one teeny sip would set my taste buds free

no one I know is resolute as she

Its hard to wait for dinner patiently

HAVEN

A bed of needles lay beneath the pine

The haven was a special place of mine

Closely planted trees on hill's incline

denied admssion to the hot sunshine

Yet warm and dry provided safe confine

A bed of needles lay beneath the pine

No better place had I to take recline

Time spent there in childhood design

Low branches tucked aside with wisps of twine

The haven was a special place of mine