{"id":102672,"date":"2021-06-27T08:23:56","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T12:23:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=102672"},"modified":"2021-07-09T18:14:37","modified_gmt":"2021-07-09T22:14:37","slug":"the-joy-that-life-has-brought","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-joy-that-life-has-brought\/","title":{"rendered":"The Joy that Life has Brought"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><em>POEM 24<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I have been a rolling stone for years now, traveling from state to state.<\/p>\n<p>Six months here, perhaps a year\u00a0 or two there.<\/p>\n<p>Uprooted, unsuited left out of that steady flow of home.<\/p>\n<p>If I didn&#8217;t have or make a desk wherever I was I would surely have died years ago.<\/p>\n<p>I need that chair at that desk however makeshift, and that has brought me home.<\/p>\n<p>My stories piled high on one corner and a window to see a Cardinal or a red bird swoop across the yard singing and calling.<\/p>\n<p>My heart can rest when I sit and write, conversing with characters, researching, just looking up words.<\/p>\n<p>I can sit in front of the screen typing, setting down words and phrases like puzzle pieces, for hours on end.<\/p>\n<p>when my neck grows stiff and my legs feel bulbous, I walk about for a while cleaning my friends&#8217; pool or painting a clients house.<\/p>\n<p>Then the\u00a0 iron grows hot again and I must strike.<\/p>\n<p>One day I&#8217;ll settle in my own home at my own desk, but until I receive such a blessing, I will make a desk wherever I am.<\/p>\n<p>I will confront my protagonists and watch them dance onto the page and take a bow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>POEM 24 I have been a rolling stone for years now, traveling from state to state. Six months here, perhaps a year\u00a0 or two there. Uprooted, unsuited left out of that steady flow of home. If I didn&#8217;t have or make a desk wherever I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3452,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-102672","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102672","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\/3452"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=102672"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102672\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104304,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/102672\/revisions\/104304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=102672"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=102672"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=102672"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}