Analysis of More of the Same
He loosens the tie clutching his neck,
The extra pounds squeezed into rolls by the net of cheap silk.
He hates this place, these people,
The pettiness, the way they lock him
Into their definitions – not his, never his.
A shepherd? Ha! More a fool.
And he secretly hates them more as he rises
To the pulpit
And preaches love.
And the same…
And the same…
She glares at the toddler,
His face and clothes strewn with the smudged
Colors of strained carrots and peas.
She sits, turns away, stares at the wall,
Counts to ten backwards, but her anger grows.
She would like nothing more
– At this moment – than to add to the red streaks
Across his legs, his back, his buttocks,
But she only sits and wishes.
And the same…
And the same…
He lies alone, watching the circle-once-circle-twice,
Then up-under and pull-tight as his lover dresses for work.
He is a pariah, an evil thing,
Not deserving of such love as his lover gives,
Told worse, much worse, by the ones
Supposed to care, to embrace, to forgive.
And he hates: them, their religion, their hypocritical piety,
Their words that tell him he is less than human.
His solace is his lover’s warmth.
And the same…
And the same…
She is a fraud, she tells herself,
And she files the thought away
With the oath she studied, practiced, and abandoned
When the money became more important,
When the people became names and numbers,
When the practices became mundane exercises.
She has killed, she fears, but what can you do?
You can simply obey the rules and tell yourself
You are doing the best you can.
And the same…
And the same…
The same grace blankets them all
If they care or not, if they admit it or not,
Freely offered, freely given, freely wasted.
To the liars, to the regretful, to the unredeemable,
Wrapping itself around the shoulders
Of pariahs and frauds, preachers and role models,
Salving wounds deeper than acknowledged,
Cleaning cuts more jagged than admittable.
Anything less could not be grace.
And the same…
And the same…
© 2004 Sean Taylor
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110011011 01011011101111 1111110 010001111 01101011101 0101101 011001111110 1010 0101 001 001 111010 11011101 10111001 111011101 1111010101 111101 11101111011 011111110 11101010 001 001 1101100101101 111001111101011 1100101101 101011111101 1111101 0111101101 0111101010100100 11111111110 11011101 001 001 11011101 0110101 101110100010 1010011010 1010011010 101000101100 1111111111 111001010101 11100111 001 001 0111011 111111101111 101010101010 101010010101 100101010 101001100110 11101010 1011111 1011111 001 001 110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,971 |
Words | 359 |
Sentences | 20 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 2, 9, 2, 9, 2, 9, 2, 9, 2, 1 |
Lines Amount | 56 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 141 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 33 |
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