Analysis of Little Things that Make Love Blossom
I'm not a traditional poet
As you may think Wole Soyinka
Who writes in form and pattern
I'm only a man of romantics
Who love to paint words and polish lines
Until it becomes flower verse
They are not cast on a stone,
Or like gold, tried on fire
They're just free verses
They're the expression of my love
To you, Imabong, my dearest
I know you love to read my lips
When I say those sweet nothings
They are music to your ears
They are like a bouquet of roses
That bring satisfying feels to your heart
Of such unflinching devotion
These are the little things I do
To make love blossom
I remembered our walk in the clouds
When we flew like birds to California
How we painted the summer red
Beaten black and blue by stripes of the sun
And every night we slept like dead logs
After we have exhausted all day
Gallivanting the five stars
Yea yeah, that was when our love was young
And exuberant, such a juvenile delinquent
We ran around naked on the beach
Went clubbing all night long, every Friday
Drank alcohol, smoked cigarette
And woke up hangover, by Saturday morning
Ate junks from the restaurant cartel
Hamburger, shawarma, ice cream,
Anything we love to eat, we ate
But I knew, such feeling of invincibility dies with time
Such moments of madness we enjoyed, pass away with age
When I'm seventy and five years old
Doctors say don't eat this, don't eat that
Just be watching your blood pressure
Yet, I still found my heart pounding
When my grand children race off to school
And their parents, went chasing money everywhere
Home alone with the memories of my love
And the ghost of the years past
Rocking the chair
And humming old school songs
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Metre | 110010010 111111 1101010 110011010 111110101 01101101 1111101 1111110 11110 10010111 111110 11111111 1111110 1110111 111001110 111001111 11010010 11010111 11110 1010101001 111111010 11100101 1010111101 0100111111 101101011 1011 1111110111 0010010100010 110110101 11011110010 110101 01110110010 11101001 100111 10111111 111110100100111 11011010110111 111000111 101111111 11101110 11111110 111101111 01101101010 10110100111 0011011 1001 010111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,656 |
Words | 315 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 5, 8, 7, 9, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 47 |
Letters per line (avg) | 28 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 188 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 43 |
About this poem
Dedicated to my love Imabong. A nostalgia of the good old days and how our love has blossomed over the years.
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