{"id":10100,"date":"2015-06-13T18:17:02","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:17:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10100"},"modified":"2015-06-13T21:20:32","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T01:20:32","slug":"10100","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/10100\/","title":{"rendered":"Meeting"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the strangers decided to meet on a hot and dry day<\/p>\n<p>he arrived first and was standing there looking over the blue ocean waves<\/p>\n<p>she had not arrived and was late<\/p>\n<p>and he was filled with frustration<\/p>\n<p>thinking about life and his fears<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>she arrived and they decided to go to the cafe on that late day<\/p>\n<p>they were perfect strangers,<\/p>\n<p>and felt like they were the only people in the universe<\/p>\n<p>she reassured him that her lateness was not because she felt confused<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>she was quite clear<\/p>\n<p>and quite tired of her life of solitude<\/p>\n<p>her empty life<\/p>\n<p>which only made her feel out of control<\/p>\n<p>and tired of perpetuating a falsehood<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>after a few hours they embraced<\/p>\n<p>tasted the salt on each others lips<\/p>\n<p>and her smell reminded him of ripe and sweet black berries<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>they sat there smelling the rain<\/p>\n<p>on that elevated cliff<\/p>\n<p>where that caf\u00e9 was situated<\/p>\n<p>watching the sails on the ships fly<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>By: KMH 2015<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>blue ocean, universe, black berries, salt, fingers, ocean waves, life, solitude, magnified, empty, reassured, life, falsehood, frustration, newness, late day, embrace, situated, thunder, rain, cliff, elevated, confused, fear, confusion, lifting, flying, floating, dry, heat, confused, up ahead, out of control<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the strangers decided to meet on a hot and dry day he arrived first and was standing there looking over the blue ocean waves she had not arrived and was late and he was filled with frustration thinking about life and his fears &nbsp; she&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":643,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10100","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10100","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\/643"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10100"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10100\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10532,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10100\/revisions\/10532"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}