Analysis of (Conversation Isn’t Communication)
Miras Jared Daliya 2002 (Mussoorie)
I do struggle with communication,
Especially when it comes to you.
I may seem like I have it all,
Or that I have it all under control.
That’s just because the more lies you tell,
The more believable they become,
To a point where the line between lies and honesty blurs.
It should have been easy like the past few times,
But I’m slowing down.
Going fast would have been thrilling,
But it would have been catastrophic.
The direction largely depends on you.
I’m at this precise pace.
Maybe making mistakes is my concern,
I don’t want to falter.
So with that, take the lead,
I can trip and fall as I follow you.
If I were to lead you through these forests,
You would lose me in a matter of minutes.
Maybe I would show you that there are better people out there,
Only to have the doors shut on you.
There’s a reason I haven’t been prosperous in such endeavors,
Even if I may not know it so clearly.
So it would be better to end this chase now,
At a place where things are on a positive note.
I could fail as I reach out for you.
This mouth has been known to damage hearts and souls.
This mind has made decisions to leave others in my path.
These hands have only ever known how to harm.
These eyes have only kept watch on my targets,
These ears can only hear the latest rumor about me.
I can’t communicate with you,
Not when things have gone wrong before.
It’s not about fear,
It’s about putting you ahead of myself.
Just run and pray that these winds don’t flow in my direction.
It gets hard to control the wild when it runs inside you.
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Metre | 111010010 01011111 11111111 1111111001 110101111 010100101 10110101101001 11111010111 11101 10111110 11111010 0010100111 111011 1010011101 111110 111101 1110111101 1101111110 11110010110 101111111101011 101101111 101011110001010 10111111110 11111011111 101111101001 111111111 11111110101 11110101110011 11110101111 11110111110 11110101010011 1101011 11111101 11011 1011010111 11011111101010 11110101111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,562 |
Words | 338 |
Sentences | 23 |
Stanzas | 6 |
Stanza Lengths | 7, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 37 |
Letters per line (avg) | 32 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 198 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 49 |
About this poem
This piece is a transition from the beginning to the middle of Anemoia, my third self-published poetry book of a trilogy. The trilogy title is Mortala. Anemoia- “nostalgia for a time you’ve never known “ (yes a title taken from the book of obscure sorrows) Mortala- “unrelenting or deadly; involving loss of divine grace or spiritual death”
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Written on January 04, 2022
Submitted by mirasdaliya on September 10, 2022
Modified on March 12, 2023
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