{"id":10465,"date":"2015-06-13T18:46:59","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:46:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10465"},"modified":"2015-06-13T18:58:23","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:58:23","slug":"autobiography-of-a-face-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/autobiography-of-a-face-16\/","title":{"rendered":"Autobiography of a Face"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>These are the eyes that never cried<\/p>\n<p>When he died,<\/p>\n<p>But cried for him since<\/p>\n<p>To give the soul a good rinse.<\/p>\n<p>Recently they demanded equal rights,<\/p>\n<p>This pair of eyes,<\/p>\n<p>After one began to whinge<\/p>\n<p>About being hidden by a grown-out fringe.<\/p>\n<p>The nose,<\/p>\n<p>That was compared to a ski slope at school,<\/p>\n<p>(Kids can be cruel&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And unimaginative)<\/p>\n<p>Was pierced in its teens<\/p>\n<p>And still is today&#8230; but now that\u00a0feels like a clich\u00e9,<\/p>\n<p>The fact that it kept bleeding<\/p>\n<p>Never was resolved<\/p>\n<p>And it remains really very needy<\/p>\n<p>It hasn&#8217;t evolved.<\/p>\n<p>The freckles across the nose and cheeks<\/p>\n<p>Are a recurring theme that creeps<\/p>\n<p>Through the years like a dream<\/p>\n<p>Fading in and out<\/p>\n<p>Without anyone ever really knowing what they&#8217;re about&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>And then there&#8217;s the mouth<\/p>\n<p>(If you carry on South)<\/p>\n<p>Which in only its second year<\/p>\n<p>Yelled out grace<\/p>\n<p>Loud and\u00a0clear,\u00a0for all to hear<\/p>\n<p>In a crowded caf\u00e9,<\/p>\n<p>And is still prone to do whatever it likes<\/p>\n<p>Even today<\/p>\n<p>Regardless of social graces<\/p>\n<p>Or whether the words are escaping at the appropriate times or places.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(c) Gemma Hinton 13\/06\/15<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>These are the eyes that never cried When he died, But cried for him since To give the soul a good rinse. Recently they demanded equal rights, This pair of eyes, After one began to whinge About being hidden by a grown-out fringe. The nose,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":252,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10465","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10465","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\/252"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10465"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10465\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10668,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10465\/revisions\/10668"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10465"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10465"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10465"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}