Analysis of That Day At The Sepulcher



Soles discarded, feet bare.

I could feel
each blade of fresh grass
stabbing out between my toes,
pricking my flesh.
Impatient to escape
the soft ground.

I wanted to fall
into the rolling waves of green.
I wanted to drown
in that hill,
but the looming clouds
held me afloat
that day.

I dared to surf,
instead of sinking deeper
to find rest in the earth.

The winds moaned of uncertainty
and screamed threats,
their idle shouts would break
against the treeline;
my sails, however,
shall hold.

Even the sky
wasn’t gonna keep it together,
But the new man of the house
had a fresh reputation to uphold.

Folding my shield
I welcomed the elements.
Even as rain pelted my bluff,
I tried on a stony expression.

He’s with them now,
in that mound of
ocher and lime
I'm destined to inhabit.

It must be nature.

To yearn to leave, when we all must return one day.

I reminisce of
that day
every time my heart is tempted
to keel towards one extreme,
or when my brain drifts
absent of direction
towards the tempest.

It must be grief.

Men in mourning, betraying their dignity,
Bawling,
bumbling over half-baked words
of encouragement,
as if to still their own bleeding hearts.

Even as a child,
I doubted the authenticity
of their gratuitous displays.

The only men,
that were composed during the ordeal,
would be my own kin.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Great-grandfathers, grandsires,
fathers and sons.
Lords of my clan;
branches on a tree;
names on glorified jars.

They lay still in their tomb,
with no ritual,
no lamentation,
no judgment.

Not even a disgruntled huff
about who got the top shelf,
or about the lack of real estate
as a new member joined their hall
that day.

They simply were there,
and will be there,
until I join them.

Their permanence
was the only reassuring thing
that day.


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Poetic Form
Metre 101011 111 11111 1010111 111 010101 011 11011 01010111 11011 011 10101 1101 11 1111 0111010 111001 01110100 011 110111 0101 1110 11 1001 11011010 1011101 101010101 1011 1100100 10111011 111010010 1111 0111 101 1101010 11110 111111110111 1011 11 100111110 1101101 11111 101010 01010 1111 10100101100 1 10010111 10100 111111101 10101 11000100 11010001 0101 100110001 11111 1101 1001 1111 10101 11101 111011 11100 11 110 11000101 0111011 101011101 10110111 11 11001 0111 01111 1100 10100101 11
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 2,234
Words 408
Sentences 26
Stanzas 20
Stanza Lengths 1, 6, 7, 3, 6, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1, 7, 1, 5, 3, 3, 5, 4, 5, 3, 3
Lines Amount 76
Letters per line (avg) 18
Words per line (avg) 4
Letters per stanza (avg) 69
Words per stanza (avg) 16
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Written on February 01, 2023

Submitted by Jewoo525 on February 07, 2023

Modified by Jewoo525 on March 08, 2023

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Je Woo Han

Korean college student, amateur poet. more…

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