The Blue Roses (Glosa Versa)

The Blue Roses (Glosa Versa)

---------------------------------------------------------
Porcelain figurines smile sympathetically,
Synthetic tears roll from my tainted eyes;
screaming in agony while shattering to pieces.
Lying in a field of broken butterflies.

------------------------------------------------------------

Tumbling through the passage of infinity;
Slowly watching as life passes by.
Moment by moment I feel my heart race,
I watch the blue roses as they show my disgrace.
The beautiful masterpieces bloom from the blackness;
When my own poetic justice was placed on cosmetically.
I yearn for their beauty, to glow when I'm in the shadows
But I sit here in the darkness, with only my dreams to guide me.
Where in a field I watch the roses aesthetically;
Porcelain figurines smile sympathetically.

Thrashing through my wildest of nightmares;
The roses call out, lighting a path for me
I feel my blood strain as they pull me along,
The air is so thick it sends shivers right through me;
Their leaves have been turned, facing upside down
I look to the skies, and I see my disguise
Floating above me, as if showing my fears,
Only to turn, and point out the worse.
The rain poured upon me, just to cover my lies
Synthetic tears roll from my tainted eyes.

Thralled by the vines of the great blue roses;
I am held in a place where their light can no longer guide me.
Taking me to a place of a forbidden fortress
Where the walls are of gray, and their blue turns to black.
Forcing me to watch the mistakes of my past
I watch as my sanity and innocence decreases,
For their radiating blue, I can no longer see
They're no longer there to light a path for me
And the farther they take me the darkness increases
Screaming in agony while shattering to pieces.

Tumbling through the passage of infinity;
I crash through the darkness, looking for light
Blue roses hidden with in the blackness,
Are no longer here, to protect my innocence
And I fall to the grass where I feel a fine powder
Little did I know it was leading to my demise
For with the tall grass I hear their wings shudder,
Up to the sky, but then there was silence;
And the blue roses uncovered my disguise,
Lying in a field of broken butterflies.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
**The four lines were taken from the poet, "XxX Synthetic Tears Run DryXxX (Jordan)" , and the poem was called, "Day As Dark As Night"

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Glosa-Verse:

A Spanish form invented by court poets in the 14th and 15th centuries. An opening quatrain, called a 'cabeza' is chosen from another poet, or song. The glosa elaborates or 'glosses' on the quatrain with four ten line stanzas, their concluding lines taken consecutively from the quatrain and their sixth and ninth lines rhyming with the borrowed tenth.