Analysis of Still Unborn



How dependent are we on language,
  for the expansion of our minds

Each word a crucial building block,
  an archetype sublime

Can we think outside our diction,
  would our thoughts release and form

Or would truth and beauty, right and wrong
  —lay dormant still unborn

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)


Scheme XX XX XX XX X
Poetic Form
Metre 101011110 100101101 11010101 11001 111111010 11010101 111010101 110111 01001010
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 300
Words 49
Sentences 1
Stanzas 5
Stanza Lengths 2, 2, 2, 2, 1
Lines Amount 9
Letters per line (avg) 27
Words per line (avg) 5
Letters per stanza (avg) 48
Words per stanza (avg) 10
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Submitted by KurtPhilipBehm on April 21, 2019

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Kurt Philip Behm

Longtime writer with twelve books in publication. Three of them Poetry. : The Death Of The Playground : The Sword Of Ichiban : Searching For Crazy Horse : Darkening Sun : An Anthology Of Perception-Vol's 1 & 2 : After Midnight : Sammy And Bumpers : The Fall City Mandate : Revenge Along The War Trail : Death from The Sky more…

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