{"id":101991,"date":"2021-06-27T06:34:06","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T10:34:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=101991"},"modified":"2021-06-27T06:34:06","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T10:34:06","slug":"even-in-paradise-i-remember","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/even-in-paradise-i-remember\/","title":{"rendered":"Even in Paradise, I remember"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">When the bandits left Sambisa,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">they left a sign for us to remember<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">that they were here longer than<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">we had thought. Even in Eden,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">it is difficult to forget that the jacket<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">my little brother was obsessed with,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">was the sign left for our kingdom.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">In this poem, I am invisible to the eyes<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">because something tells me they aren&#8217;t\u00a0 gone<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">really. In the old world, I imagined<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">severally, how city should be a name for havens<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and a country to be heaven for God.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I hope this poem too isn&#8217;t an imagination,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">a sequel to what was written<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">about a burning home of a people _<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">a lover of God and holy writings<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">whose faith were made of straws and rafters<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">something too weak to walk ethnicity away.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When the bandits left Sambisa, they left a sign for us to remember that they were here longer than we had thought. Even in Eden, it is difficult to forget that the jacket my little brother was obsessed with, was the sign left for our&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1398,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-101991","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101991","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\/1398"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=101991"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101991\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":102001,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/101991\/revisions\/102001"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=101991"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=101991"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=101991"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}