Analysis of Happenstance
I'm a book bound to myself, eager to express. Forlorn, sedentary on a shelf. My jacket concealed behind dust, like the early first snow conceals a rose. Hinges guard text. Anxious for an embrace, to be held beneath light, to unfold my soul. Envious of bookmarks, dog ears, tear stains, merriment, and creased spine. For what reason? Am I poorly penned or unfound?
| Scheme | A |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 10111110101011001011100101110101101011011101101111011101111001101111101111101110111 |
| Characters | 368 |
| Words | 63 |
| Sentences | 9 |
| Stanzas | 1 |
| Stanza Lengths | 1 |
| Lines Amount | 1 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 283 |
| Words per line (avg) | 67 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 283 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 67 |
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This poem is about a lonely book.
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