{"id":100168,"date":"2021-06-27T02:46:52","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:46:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100168"},"modified":"2021-06-27T02:46:52","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:46:52","slug":"walking-the-fine-line-hour-15-a-hall-of-mirrors-haynaku","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/walking-the-fine-line-hour-15-a-hall-of-mirrors-haynaku\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking the Fine Line (Hour 15, A Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-100465\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/balance-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"275\" height=\"183\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Balance<\/p>\n<p>eludes me,<\/p>\n<p>much like rest.<\/p>\n<p>Just when I<\/p>\n<p>feel it<\/p>\n<p>within<\/p>\n<p>reach<\/p>\n<p>of my<\/p>\n<p>tiny T-Rex arms,<\/p>\n<p>my Sasquatchian feet<\/p>\n<p>slip then<\/p>\n<p>slide,<\/p>\n<p>carrying<\/p>\n<p>me one<\/p>\n<p>giant leap further<\/p>\n<p>away from my<\/p>\n<p>unattainable goal:<\/p>\n<p>moderation.<\/p>\n<p>Impossible<\/p>\n<p>to achieve<\/p>\n<p>for a passionate,<\/p>\n<p>all or nothing<\/p>\n<p>lunatic like<\/p>\n<p>myself.<\/p>\n<p>Gray<\/p>\n<p>doesn&#8217;t exist<\/p>\n<p>within my box<\/p>\n<p>of crayons, only<\/p>\n<p>black and<\/p>\n<p>white.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(A hay(na)ku is a three-line poem where the first line is one word long, the second line two words, and the final line has three words. A reverse hay(na)ku consists of three lines written in the opposite manner, where the first line is three words, the second two, and the last line one word long. In 2019, I created the Mirror Hay(na)ku, which combines one hay(na)ku and a reverse hay(na)ku into a single poem. The 2020 Poetry Marathon spawned the Hall of Mirrors hay(na)ku, which is composed of a series of five Mirror hay(na)ku stanzas.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Balance eludes me, much like rest. Just when I feel it within reach of my tiny T-Rex arms, my Sasquatchian feet slip then slide, carrying me one giant leap further away from my unattainable goal: moderation. Impossible to achieve for a passionate, all or nothing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1212,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-100168","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100168","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1212"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100168"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100168\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100466,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100168\/revisions\/100466"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100168"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100168"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100168"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}