{"id":101443,"date":"2021-06-27T05:30:06","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T09:30:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=101443"},"modified":"2021-06-27T05:30:06","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T09:30:06","slug":"the-end-or-just-beginning-hour-19-a-nontraditional-minute-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-end-or-just-beginning-hour-19-a-nontraditional-minute-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"The End or Just Beginning (Hour 19, A Nontraditional Minute Poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-101494\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/carolann.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"275\" height=\"183\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Death doesn&#8217;t have to be scary,&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>she said, squeezing<\/p>\n<p>the old man&#8217;s hand,<\/p>\n<p>wiping his brow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Just think of it like a rest stop<\/p>\n<p>on the road to<\/p>\n<p>your permanent<\/p>\n<p>Heavenly home.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>His eyes blinked shut, his chest collapsed.<\/p>\n<p>His heart flatlined.<\/p>\n<p>But his smile just<\/p>\n<p>kept on growing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"dt-archive-post-content\">\n<p>(A minute poem is composed of 60 syllables split between three stanzas. The four lines of each stanza should have a syllable count of 8\/4\/4\/4. Traditional minute poems are written in iambic pentameter using the rhyme scheme of aabb, ccdd, eeff. This was way too difficult for me to compose in just 60 minutes, so I improvised by eliminating both the rhyme and meter requirements, resulting in my \u201cnontraditional\u201d knockoff version above.)<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &#8220;Death doesn&#8217;t have to be scary,&#8221; she said, squeezing the old man&#8217;s hand, wiping his brow. &nbsp; &#8220;Just think of it like a rest stop on the road to your permanent Heavenly home.&#8221; &nbsp; His eyes blinked shut, his chest collapsed. His heart flatlined&#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-101443","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101443","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=101443"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101443\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101497,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101443\/revisions\/101497"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101443"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101443"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101443"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}