Analysis of Hope Springs
Brian Cummings 1945 (Pittsburgh)
The voice reached back into a past
where we had birthed our hopes.
A late night call from a friend no more.
He wanted to talk.
We had nothing to say,
so we said it again and again.
Where did your hopes take you, he asked.
Not where they promised, I said.
Mine died slowly like a departing dirge.
His left him hoping on his children’s children.
We yearned to return to our fragmented memories
where life was endlessly earnest,
where friendships started to die,
and promises made to be broken.
It’s hard to keep new hopes alive,
when the old ones never arrived.
Scheme | XX XX XX XX XA XX XA XX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01110101 1111101 011110111 11011 111011 111101001 11111111 1111011 1110100101 11110111010 11101110100100 11110010 1101011 010011110 11111101 10111001 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 591 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 27 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 55 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 13 |
About this poem
I wrote this poem after a late night call from a childhood friend
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Written on April 21, 2022
Submitted by Briancummingssr on April 21, 2022
Modified on March 31, 2023
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