Analysis of Bus poem
Junipers sound their fright altering
The weeping around them doubting
Seasons call
Sweet lilac shells litter the garden of our dreams swept away by the willows breeze
Awash the boundless tides
Weeping into solitude aware
Of the earthly cauldron we breathe the mist
In the mountains looking
For the scent of our childhood
Stalks of harvest whisper
Sweet and soft to the touch prickles
Aches forgotten here and now
We remind ourselves
Otherworldly tempos beget
The songs which we call
Dancing in the starlit night beneath
The lake sky where breath restores
In this well worn solitude we fan the noise of this life
uncared for in the respite
mellow for the summer light
Skirts spray across the walkbridge unhousing
idle memories and future anxieties
On this they agree
Sublimated beneath the rubbles they emerge
Unscathed and unloathing
Troubles warped across the universe expanding
Swimming into the twilight I breathe
Earthy man that I am unforgiving
Into the midnight breeze
Squandering the odour of my birth
The tides of time strain and sift hallowed sands unrelenting in their paths
Heavy is my soul without water without which life is naught but ills
This guilt that I feel burdens my nether mind
Forceful in its sharp cry and reminds
Me to be
Illusions cloud and hustle burley figures running around inside my mind deceiving
Myself wondering what can be and cutting
The animal
To be released and be free
To be honest and happy
To stand with and outside of you me
Little do they know
Zodiacs in their dreams quench
Silos in their nightmare fulfill
They stop forget move towards.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 100111100 01001110 101 1111001011011011011 010101 10011001 1010101101 001010 1011101 111010 1011011 1010101 101001 1010101 01111 100010101 0111101 0111101101111 110010 1010101 1101011 101000100100 11101 10101101 0101 10101010010 10010111 1011110010 01011 10001111 0111101101010011 10111011001111111 11111101101 100111001 111 0101010101010010111010 1100111010 0100 1101011 1110010 111011111 10111 10111 101101 1101101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,608 |
Words | 297 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 2, 4, 4, 4, 3, 3, 3, 4, 2, 3, 3, 3, 4 |
Lines Amount | 45 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 94 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 19 |
About this poem
I wrote this poem across several days in December last year, some on the bus to work and others just throughout the day on my phone. It is the longest of the poems that I have written, and I think it captures alot of different feelings and emotions that I've had bubbling away inside for some time now. I'm not sure what readers will take away from this poem or find it nice to read or anything - but we shall see I guess.
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