Analysis of Creative License
Ana Lawton 1957 (Havana)
I thought I was an empty page, and waited for a poet's thoughts to fill me.
I thought I was a canvas, clean, and craved a painter's brush to shape me.
I thought I was acoustic silence, and yearned for one perfect chord to free me.
The poet's words lacked substance.
The painter's stroke was flat.
The music never touched me.
Though graceless, and devoid of style, my page has now been written.
My canvas, messy swirls of watercolor, obscure, lacking hints of promise.
A concert of cacophony surrounds me, resounds in me, with incessant loudness.
In my search for perfect artistry, I have lived a life mundane.
Scheme | AAABCADEBF |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (20%) |
Metre | 1111110101010101111 11110101010101111 1111010100111011111 0101110 010111 0101011 110001111111110 110101110001101110 0101010001110110101 0111011001110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 613 |
Words | 117 |
Sentences | 10 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 10 |
Lines Amount | 10 |
Letters per line (avg) | 48 |
Words per line (avg) | 11 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 476 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 108 |
About this poem
We wish our life away with complicated plans and lofty expectations, but life weaves its own tapestry. We are, in the end, but what life makes of us.
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