{"id":101004,"date":"2021-06-27T04:24:54","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:24:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=101004"},"modified":"2021-06-27T04:24:54","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:24:54","slug":"the-darkened-road-less-traveled","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-darkened-road-less-traveled\/","title":{"rendered":"the darkened road less traveled"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>look up, my friend<br \/>\nat the blueberry sky<br \/>\nconnect the dots<br \/>\nand discover new constellations<br \/>\nthat you can name<br \/>\nafter your guinea pig<br \/>\nor your first lover<\/p>\n<p>look down, my friend<br \/>\nand see that the moon<br \/>\ncasts shadows too<br \/>\nas it dances<br \/>\naround the body: you<br \/>\nwalking in the night<br \/>\ntwo by two<br \/>\nshadow and you<\/p>\n<p>look forward, my friend<br \/>\nin the direction you&#8217;ve chosen;<br \/>\nwhen you walk at night<br \/>\nI recommend<br \/>\na destination of darkness<br \/>\nthat harks less<br \/>\nthan a daylight stride<br \/>\nmay you abide<br \/>\nin a sacred womb<br \/>\nnot tomb<br \/>\nthough both prefer the holiness of darkness<\/p>\n<p>look beside you, my friend<br \/>\nas the poems walk with you<br \/>\ndisguised as song<br \/>\nhumming wordless verses<br \/>\nlike the owls do<br \/>\nall night long<br \/>\nneither you nor she can be wrong<\/p>\n<p>look behind you, my friend<br \/>\nnot in fear<br \/>\nbut in faith<br \/>\nat the road already taken<br \/>\nthat the ancestors paved<br \/>\na communion of saints<br \/>\nleaving breath for today<br \/>\na shared bouquet<br \/>\nof flowered inhaling<\/p>\n<p>look within you, my friend<br \/>\nand tenderly see<br \/>\nthe gobble-de-gook<br \/>\nthat has you up<br \/>\nand walking<br \/>\nat night<br \/>\nlooking for reasons<br \/>\nnot to sleep<br \/>\nbut to dream<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>look up, my friend at the blueberry sky connect the dots and discover new constellations that you can name after your guinea pig or your first lover look down, my friend and see that the moon casts shadows too as it dances around the body:&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":803,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101004","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101004","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\/803"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101004"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101004\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101177,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101004\/revisions\/101177"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101004"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101004"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101004"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}