In the right place this time! I am out of practice of posting on wordpress. May have posted in wrong place.<\/p>\n
Watery Dream<\/strong><\/p>\n I dreamt of water . . . again. In the right place this time! I am out of practice of posting on wordpress. May have posted in wrong place. Watery Dream I dreamt of water . . . again. I dreamt of her . . . again. It was flowing over my feet….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":745,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,12,1136],"tags":[4952,364,1257,2677,410,1221,4953,638],"class_list":["post-106934","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-musings","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-2022-half-marathon","tag-drowning","tag-emotion","tag-floating","tag-memories","tag-mom","tag-prompt-1-2022","tag-water"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106934","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\/745"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=106934"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106934\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":107002,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/106934\/revisions\/107002"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=106934"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=106934"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=106934"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI dreamt of her . . . again.
\nIt was flowing over my feet.
\nHello Mom!
\nCome save me!
\nBefore it rises above my head.
\nIt never did.
\nIt only rose knee high.
\nIt was smooth . . .
\ngentle . . .
\nwarm . . .
\n. . . it was her.
\nI could still walk through.
\nBut where do I go?
\nI\u2019d rather drown in her warmth.
\nBe enveloped in it.
\nFloat on it . . .
\nBe in it . . .
\nThen to be without it.
\nMom come back, please.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"