Analysis of Find me in Frisia
here the night is the mourned,
and the morning the mourner,
of those slain by the sun
I was born on the corner,
of nowhere and none,
Salt stains my hands
As I dig through ancestral lands
Ancient tides conquered by today's clay
They all wish to travel,
But forgive me if I stay,
To create a cairn,
From stones that don't stack,
I go as I learn,
To build my own little Babel,
With pebbles, that time painted black,
Feathered clouds are far behind
The unexpected old-school aeroplanes
And murmuring birds playing tag in the sky,
release me, back to breathing,
without barricades,
Peace is seeing a place you've been before a million times,
in the light of a new life,
So I don't have to wish upon a star
Because they never fall,
If you've never looked out as far,
How can you say you've seen it all?
Take a look through my maroon eyes,
Watch the earth and the air marry in a ring of horizons,
Where time doesn't stare,
and God hides behind every passerby,
But every time you look behind you, he's not there,
It's just the wind, the rain, the field, the grain,
and some Scottish white bizons,
But here the Gods might as well be mice,
Hiding on the windowsill,
Caught by a mother's first and final lullabies,
About a people, that's never known an empty eye,
or a single hill, besides the ones they built.
Scheme | XABAB CCDED XFXEF XCGXX XXHIHI JXKXKXC XDJGX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101101 0010010 111101 1111010 1101 1111 11110101 101101011 111110 1011111 10101 11111 11111 11111010 11011101 1011101 0010111 01001101001 0111110 0110 11100111010101 0011011 1111110101 011101 11101111 11111111 10111011 101001100011010 11101 01101100100 1100111011111 1101010101 011011 110111111 10101 11010101010 0101011011101 10101010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,305 |
Words | 279 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7, 5 |
Lines Amount | 38 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 144 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 35 |
About this poem
Written on a happy day, the last of happy days. About a land called Frisia, in which I was born and raised.
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Written on August 06, 2022
Submitted by BenHeart on August 10, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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