Analysis of S.O.S
John David Walsh 2001 (Boston)
The waves are rough and hellish
The clouds are doomsday gray
The sea is unforgiving
Four men are in the fray
Their expectations level
Their minds are not at ease
They’re fighting for survival
All order begins to cease
They knew the sea was a gamble
They knew the game was scarce
And yet they took their chances
They’re numb to the concept of fair
In the distance an eerie rumble
Our mother gathers her strength
The sailors watch in silence
As the waves grow in length
Now they’re on the deck, gazing in awe
Nothin’ like a tidal wave
To make a man see God
| Scheme | XAXA BXBX BXXX BCXC XXX |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 0111010 01111 0110010 111001 101010 111111 1101010 1100111 11011010 110111 0111110 11101011 001011010 10101001 0101010 101101 111011001 1010101 110111 |
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 566 |
| Words | 110 |
| Sentences | 1 |
| Stanzas | 5 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 3 |
| Lines Amount | 19 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
| Words per line (avg) | 6 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 89 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
About this poem
My first poem, wrote it first on my old Android on Christmas day 2020
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Written on December 25, 2020
Submitted by John_David_Walsh on October 15, 2022
Modified on April 06, 2023
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