Analysis of THE GRASS OF OUR TIME
Look at how fragile you are,
With a twist I can break you yet you control my life,
Look at how cheap you are, yet you destroy my organs that cost a lot to remake fine,
See how lit you have become; so dimmed however at every drag I see beyond the sky into the quarks,
Such a worrisome object—innocent in craft, dangerous at the effect on life,
To treat you lightly is to tenderly erupt my idea of dangerous,
No matter how stranded I am; I yearn to earn enough for your daily consumption,
Oh stick of Nicotiana,
Our encounters have become perpetual,
Many use pipe, some use pots but legends use lips,
As I drag life out of you, you bring life into me,
The life you bring whirls across the fantasies of the potent mind which deteriorates my medical life of mine,
Many die of your effect,
Your casing says people who consume you are liable to die young,
But are we not already living to die?
Africans say one thing must kill a man,
Hence I say to you my beloved stick,
If I perish let it be from the highness of your touch,
You make me hot inside in the brisk winter,
You make me ooze like a block of burning wood in the humid summer,
You make me refreshingly stench in the haze of the autumn,
And the composites of the spring I smell soaked in dying grasses,
There are many sticks in this world but the knowledge of your stick is what has sustained every friend of yours,
When they were running mad from the events of life,
I say this in dire need of your presence oh mighty bush doctor,
Thou art worthy of the risk!
Scheme | ABCDBEFCGHICJKLMNOPPQRSBPT |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111011 1011111110111 111111110111011011111 11111011110110011101010101 101001010001100100111 11110111000110101100 110110111111011110010 1111 100101010100 101111111011 1111111111011 0111101010010101101001100111 1011101 11011010111100111 11110101011 1001111101 111111011 11101111010111 11110100110 11111011101001010 111010010011010 0001010111101010 11101011101011111101100111 110101100111 1110111110110110 1110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic octameter |
Characters | 1,538 |
Words | 319 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 26 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 46 |
Words per line (avg) | 11 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 1,187 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 294 |
About this poem
The poem was inspired by the contrastive relationship of medical health and tobacco. Aimed at promoting awareness towards the larger consumers of the effect of reefers on their health. While also defining the barriers between lucrative use and addiction.
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