Analysis of Bubbles
Wherever we travel,
the air pressure is alot lower than I'm used to.
I am lightheaded.
My precious secrets begin leaking out from the
large holes on either side of my evidently
large head.
They are fragile bubbles floating in the
mellow breeze.
Now there is little more thsn hot steam
escaping from the business of my brain.
They are mocking me, dancing right above my reach when they are plenty aware that my heart has ceased to perform.
My mouth is gaped open,
therefore no words escape
even though they want to.
So he decides to steal the bubbles of my thoughts.
The last thing I saw were my delicacies
popping under the touch of his ragged, mangled hands.
I am most relieved to witness
his frustration
as he rips the greasy locks from his dirty head.
Scheme | XAXBXCBDXXX EXAXDXXEC |
---|---|
Poetic Form | Tetractys (35%) |
Metre | 010110 0110101101111 1110 110100110110 111101111000 11 1110101000 101 111101111 0101010111 111011010111111100111111101 111110 11101 101111 11111010111 01111011000 1010011110101 11101110 1010 111010111101 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 735 |
Words | 138 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 2 |
Stanza Lengths | 11, 9 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 301 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 69 |
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Submitted on March 10, 2011
Modified on March 30, 2023
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