{"id":100509,"date":"2021-06-27T02:52:53","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:52:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=100509"},"modified":"2021-06-27T02:52:53","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:52:53","slug":"quarantine-holidays","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/quarantine-holidays\/","title":{"rendered":"Quarantine Holidays"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Hour 10, Prompt 18, Year 2021 <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s Friday afternoon but there\u2019s no parties<br \/>\nSuch is the story of quarantine<br \/>\nWork is over but it all feels the same<br \/>\nCan\u2019t tell Friday from Monday or Tuesday<br \/>\nAs this nightmare drags on and on and on<br \/>\nIn someone\u2019s mind, a bright idea takes form<br \/>\nWe switch from our work files to Airbnb<br \/>\nAnd decide to embark on a little journey<br \/>\nWe drive a few hundred miles north<br \/>\nAlready, we feel reborn<br \/>\nWe enter a beautiful vacation home<br \/>\nAnd forget everything that had happened before<br \/>\nAll of our anxiety and fear<br \/>\nAnd the trauma from the first half of the year<br \/>\nIn times like this, the littlest of things<br \/>\nAre unparalleled in the happiness they bring<br \/>\nNext morning, as the sunlight streams in<br \/>\nWe wake up in a warm blue cabin<br \/>\nInstead of skyscrapers, we see rolling hills<br \/>\nLittle bluebirds on the windowsills<br \/>\nWe manage a quick walk outside<br \/>\nNot another soul far and wide<br \/>\nAnd then we sit by a large window<br \/>\nWith hot coffee and warm fresh oats<br \/>\nReady to start our work for the day<br \/>\nWorking, but still partially on holiday<br \/>\nIt\u2019s true that quarantine seems the worst at times<br \/>\nSo when you see an opening, catch that little ray of light <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour 10, Prompt 18, Year 2021 It\u2019s Friday afternoon but there\u2019s no parties Such is the story of quarantine Work is over but it all feels the same Can\u2019t tell Friday from Monday or Tuesday As this nightmare drags on and on and on In&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-100509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100509","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\/830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=100509"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100509\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100520,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/100509\/revisions\/100520"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=100509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=100509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=100509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}