{"id":106566,"date":"2022-06-25T09:35:02","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:35:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=106566"},"modified":"2022-06-25T09:35:02","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:35:02","slug":"three-men-in-a-tub-hour-1-prompt-write-about-being-in-water-shower-rain-etc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/three-men-in-a-tub-hour-1-prompt-write-about-being-in-water-shower-rain-etc\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Men In a Tub  (Hour 1 Prompt &#8211; Write about being in water, shower, rain etc.)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Time for cleansing my body, my mind and soul<\/p>\n<p>Water falls as the temperature rises to a point just beyond perfect<\/p>\n<p>Clothes tossed, curtain pulled, big steps in, over the edge safely<\/p>\n<p>Pleasureful sting of the pulsing waters, my ritual begins<\/p>\n<p>Hair first, follicles opening to a sea of scented suds and massaging finger tips<\/p>\n<p>Inhaling the green tea and mint, my mind awakens from it&#8217;s morning fog<\/p>\n<p>Thoughts rush to be the first one of my pondering, which will capture my attention<\/p>\n<p>Arms and pits, chest and trunk, legs and naughty bits as the Monty Python boys call them<\/p>\n<p>Hair rinsed then a careful turn back to the flowing stream, less sting more soothing now<\/p>\n<p>What waits for me in the world outside of this flimsy dollar store shower curtain liner<\/p>\n<p>Contemplating challenges, I pray for a peaceful day and sometimes more<\/p>\n<p>Otherwise as I ready myself for departing this cleansing chamber, I search for them<\/p>\n<p>Three men in my tub, always there, their faces found amongst the folds and creases of that cheap liner<\/p>\n<p>Grouchy looking lot, what do they want of me, did I miss a spot, did I carelessly splash soap in their eyes<\/p>\n<p>Who knows!\u00a0 Maybe they just want me to clean the tub<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I&#8217;ll ask them tomorrow<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Time for cleansing my body, my mind and soul Water falls as the temperature rises to a point just beyond perfect Clothes tossed, curtain pulled, big steps in, over the edge safely Pleasureful sting of the pulsing waters, my ritual begins Hair first, follicles opening&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1220,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-106566","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106566","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\/1220"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106566"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106566\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":106984,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106566\/revisions\/106984"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106566"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106566"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106566"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}