Analysis of Our State Tree Is A Ghost
Wood drenched in salt
Becomes seasoned fungi
Food. Forever stuck, fearfully
Watching the water rise.
Bald like Casper,
But the Cypress cannot move.
Its knees bend in pain,
Then disappear,
While its home drowns.
The ghost reaches
For help. Instead,
It is replaced
By Man-
The same Man
Who tore it down
For it was resilient.
But now, the Cypress
Is tired and sleeps.
Forever.
| Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJKLMMNOPQE |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 1101 011010 101011 100101 1110 1010101 11101 101 1111 0110 1101 111 11 011 1111 111010 11010 11001 010 |
| Closest metre | Iambic dimeter |
| Characters | 379 |
| Words | 77 |
| Sentences | 8 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 19 |
| Lines Amount | 19 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 15 |
| Words per line (avg) | 3 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 294 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 65 |
About this poem
I wrote this poem to bring awareness to the Louisiana coastal state. Due to saltwater and erosion, the state tree, the Bald Cypress, dies, but one can still see the dead trunks in the swamps; locals call them "ghost forests."
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Written on July 17, 2022
Submitted by poetry4me on July 31, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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