Analysis of Epsom Salts
My wife will soak her feet
Takes away all aches and pains
From the day’s hard stressors met
From her age a-grumbling again.
Salt, an elemental thing
Drawn from sea or deep earth’s vein.
Nothing there of manufacture.
Nothing there of brain or toil.
Jesus called us life’s salt worthy
And the Devil’s works are foiled.
Salt will cleanse, preserve
And flavour.
Salt will brace the weary soul.
And Christ calls us
Salt for service
Guiding hearts to safe and whole.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 111101 1011101 1011101 101010001 110101 1111111 1011010 1011111 10111110 0010111 11101 01 1110101 0111 1110 1011101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 469 |
Words | 89 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 365 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 81 |
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Written on April 02, 2023
Submitted by dougb.19255 on April 02, 2023
Modified by dougb.19255 on April 02, 2023
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