Analysis of Time's Grip
Trapped inside a wasteland,
dying inch by inch
Slave inside a rusted heart,
feelings chained then lynched
Later now than yesterday,
earlier than goodbye
Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
the needle asking why
But time contorts, reversing,
trumpets call you home
Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,
senses all atoned
Words on fire with freedom stirred,
reasons scorched and bare
A silence brewing louder,
new light burns through the air
Eleven Angels fly as one,
and twelfth, you join their throng
With wings now soaring inward
—time’s grip left dead and gone
(Airplane To Seattle: March 8, 2017)
Scheme | AX XX XB XB XX XA CD XD XX CX X |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 10101 10111 1010101 10111 101110 10011 1111111 010101 1101010 10111 1010101 1011 11101101 10101 0101010 111101 01010111 011111 1111010 111101 110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 583 |
Words | 98 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 11 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 44 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 9 |
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