Analysis of A Fine Morning at the Beach
Sand in my toes, clouds in the sky
On the beach I feel peace within.
The clouds may be angry and growling,
Burgeoning with water they wish to release on us all,
But I am not.
This day is a nice one; with a whipping,
Howling gust of wind that summons storms of sand.
The waves may crash uproariously upon the rocks,
Trying to erode them from existence.
Frigid waters may try to expel their visitors:
playful children and timid parents;
Rage grips the the tide and lashes it about.
But I hold no grudge like water does over land,
And for that reason I may be happy.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10111001 10111101 011110010 10011011101111 1111 1110111010 10111110111 011110101 1010111010 1010111011100 101001010 11001010101 111111101101 0111011110 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 550 |
Words | 108 |
Sentences | 6 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 7 |
Lines Amount | 14 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 221 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 54 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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