Analysis of Wide Asleep
Click, Click, Click, my keyboards click,
My piano fingers deftly flick.
Writing, spelling, making words,
Until the sound of the waking birds.
The time just flies when your on your own,
Writing your thoughts when your all alone.
The dawn is breaking and you've had no sleep,
But you know one thing, you'll not be counting sheep.
Your eyes are tired, your hands are weary,
And your screen in front starts to get all blurry.
You know its time to stop the writing,
Yet there's this strange urge you just keep on fighting.
It's the urge to write, to keep flowing lines,
To keep it certain that your poem ryhymes.
But stop you must, for its far too late,
When the postman wanders through the garden gate.
Scheme | AABB CCDD EEFF XBGG |
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Poetic Form | Quatrain |
Metre | 111111 101010101 1010101 010110101 011111111 101111101 0111001111 11111111101 1111011110 01101111110 111111010 11111111110 1011111101 1111011101 111111111 10101010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 739 |
Words | 128 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 136 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 32 |
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Submitted on August 10, 2014
Modified on March 05, 2023
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