Analysis of West
Parallel bars of a natural material,
somewhere between caramel and umber,
extend to the horizon
in a sea of razed stone.
My ears are numbed by a rugged,
metronomic pulse that carries me
forward over the bars.
Onward to some distant Mecca.
The warm palette of the plains behind me
has transformed into a cooler one,
hinting at the mighty Pacific
which lies behind the mountains,
rapidly growing taller.
I hate the sea.
It has never been home.
I was born in a mining town deep in Appalachia.
I didn’t live there long,
but it defined me.
We moved to the sea after a drowning in the Earth.
We left when the mineshaft collapsed,
a day my father was home from work,
the day my sister was born.
His best friend died in that hole, buried under
the rocky ground, canaries chirping,
then silent,
gasping for air in the dark.
The coast was different.
The jagged mountains of home were replaced by jagged shore.
I hated the sea.
My father worked in a cannery.
I never liked that idea: he captured the sea
and shipped it around the country, sending that
stinking filth to places it didn’t belong.
Blue spreads beneath me as I hang
suspended in the air. Strange monsters
of metal and steam whir all around
me as I gaze downwards. My feet
dangle, with nothing saving me from
the abyss but the rope tied around
my waist. Harsh barks and chirps
ring out in the metal on either side
of me, radiating from the handheld
tools pounding further down the beam.
An easy life was never something I
expected, but as I gaze past
the half-built bridge to the mountains
beyond the city, I pray now
that I’ll be given some relief.
I hate the sea, but I won’t escape it.
She’ll follow me till I succumb,
flying like Icarus to somewhere beyond,
trying to fly.
Scheme | XABX XCXD CBXEA C X D FC X XXXAXGX GAC ACXF XXHXIHXXXX JXEXX XIXJ |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101101000100 10110001 0110010 001111 11111010 111101 101001 10111010 0110101011 101010101 101010010 1101010 1001010 1101 111011 11100101100100 11111 11011 1110110010001 1110101 011101111 0111011 11110111010 010101010 110 1011001 011100 01101101111 11001 110100100 1101101011001 01101010101 1011101101 11011111 010001110 110011101 11111011 101101011 001101101 111101 1100101101 111001011 11010101 1101110101 01011111 01111010 01010111 11110101 1101111011 11011101 101101101 1011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,882 |
Words | 381 |
Sentences | 27 |
Stanzas | 14 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 5, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 7, 3, 4, 10, 5, 4 |
Lines Amount | 52 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 97 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
About this poem
Triptych poem exploring defamiliarization and form
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Written on December 20, 2022
Submitted on December 20, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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