Analysis of Fading
The most bitter end
is when one is lost to the softest of wind.
No storm, no torrential gale.
The glorious blossom fades wit time,
the poetry gradually grows tired and has no rhyme.
I've watched my mother become a ghost.
Week by week, she slips away into a mist of memory.
She grows silent.
It is like watching a beautiful sailboard with brilliant sails, glistening in the sun over a sparkling ocean of incredible blue.
And suddenly, she falls beneath the horizon,
no longer in view.
She is gone.
And my heart fades, too.
Scheme | XX X AA XX X B XB X B |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 01101 11111101011 1110101 010010111 010010001100111 111100101 111110101011100 1110 111100100111011000011001010101001 010011010010 11001 111 01111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 530 |
Words | 115 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 31 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 45 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 11 |
About this poem
My mother is dying of dementia. It has been the most heart-breaking experience of my life. Writing about it helps me process the pain.
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Written on June 28, 2022
Submitted by taramyacres.t on June 28, 2022
Modified on April 19, 2023
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