Analysis of A Carpet Of Life
I wore a brilliantly orange cloak of vibrant oranges; when I felt I was ardently surging forward; towards the fireballs of untamed exuberance,
I wore a sedately tranquil apron of celestial dewdrops; when I felt a wave of overwhelming contentment wholesomely enshrouding; every iota of my profusely fatigued countenance,
I wore a seductive cistern of rustling tree leaves; when I felt the bountifully enchanting winds of the astoundingly tantalizing night; tickle me like a new
born child,
I wore a mystically fragrant garland of robust roses; when I felt every step of my impoverished existence; unfurling into an unfathomably priceless ocean of
virile dreams,
I wore a thunderously poignant tiger skin; when I felt the insatiable inferno of surreptitious carnal desire; transcend its ebullient spell over each of my; devastatingly beleaguered senses,
I wore a titillating cloud of enamoring velvet; when I felt the skies of profoundly enigmatic mysticism; unrelentingly bequeathing upon me; the spell binding rain
drops of perennial yearning,
I wore a statue of profusely intrepid earth; when I felt the unflinchingly impregnable mountain of blazing patriotism; scintillating unleash from every pore of my
nimble visage,
I wore a piquant shawl of tumultuously fiery chili; when I felt irascibly provoked by the uncouthly savage and acrimoniously conventional society; when the spirit of retribution was all that diffused from my diminutive soul,
I wore a gorgeous sheet of emphatically whistling bells; when I felt jubilantly philandering through the aisles of fascinating romance; euphorically hoodwinking the majestic Sun; before it kissed the horizons goodbye,
I wore a sparkling scarf of innocuously radiating pearls; when I felt as if the entire grandiloquence on this Universe; had divinely blended with each droplet of my effusively scarlet blood,
I wore a dilapidated curtain of threadbare cotton; when I felt invidiously stabbed for centuries immemorial; by dolorously depressing coffins of; bizarre loneliness,
I wore a incredulously slim handkerchief of moisture; when I felt the blistering heat of the treacherously sweltering Sun; disdainfully scorch my demeanor to; gruesomely livid ash,
I wore a compassionately warm mattress of sheepskin; when I felt particles of forlorn remorsefulness infiltrate deep down into my soul; when the avalanches of freezing winter unsparingly endeavored their best; to asphyxiate the last breath out of
my lungs,
I wore boundless helmets of formidable solidarity; when the sky surrounding me rained down globules of penalizing hell; ruthlessly lambasting my body with
whirlwinds of maliciously disparaging discontent,
I wore colossal jackets of ravishing watermelon skin; when I felt my mind was going insanely berserk; when I felt that I needed to melodiously placate that extra iota of my; vindictive steam,
I wore a robotic map of pragmatic commercialism; when I felt that I was drifting a trifle too much; towards the world of surreally meaningless and lackadaisical nothingness,
I wore an irrefutably unassailable fortress of truth; when I felt that I was blissfully transiting into impeccable childhood; seeking the most mesmerizing of solace in life; in the feet of my divinely mother,
I wore a stupendously grandiloquent entrenchment of breath; when I felt that I was deliberating dwindling towards my morbidly insidious corpse; when I felt as
if I had abnegated all charm to exist,
And I wore an immortal carpet of unconquerable life; when I felt I was falling in sacred love; perpetually entwining every element of my persona with my heavenly
beloved; forever and ever and ever.
Scheme | A A XX BX X XX CX X C X D X BX XX X D E XX XE |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11010010111010011111100101001010110100 110010101010101111011010010111000101101001100 11001010110111110101011001001001101101 11 1101101010110111100111010010010011110101 101 11011010111100100010101010010011010110111100001010 110100110100101110110100101001101101101 11010010 1101101001011110101001011010001011100111 1010 110101111001011101000110110010100010010101010111011101001 1101011010010111111001011100011100101011100101 110101111001111110010111101010101110110100101 110010010111011111110001001101010101100 1101110011011101001101100111101011101 11001000110111111001011011101111010011010101011101001111 11 1110101100001001010101111110011000101101 1101000100001 1101010110010011111111010111111101110110010110101 11010110100100111111100101101011110000100100 11110100101111111110010001010011001100110010011101010 11010100010111111110100100011100010011111 111111101 011101010111111111001010100011001001101011100 01010010010 |
Characters | 3,632 |
Words | 565 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1, 1, 2, 2 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 111 |
Words per line (avg) | 21 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 158 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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