{"id":107149,"date":"2022-06-25T11:16:49","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T15:16:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107149"},"modified":"2022-06-25T12:55:39","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T16:55:39","slug":"the-frog-facade-prompt-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/the-frog-facade-prompt-1\/","title":{"rendered":"frog facade (prompt 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>there are days where it feels more like swimming<br \/>\ndrifting lazy days of graceful treading of being pulled sweetly<br \/>\ndays of weightless surrender where I can&#8217;t remember<br \/>\nhow heavy it really is to live<br \/>\nin this body<br \/>\nin this place<br \/>\nin this time<\/p>\n<p>there are days where I try to make light<br \/>\nto make myself lighter in spite of the heat waves<br \/>\nwaves that will grow warmer each year as\u00a0surface taunts and roils<br \/>\nhow much can you handle<br \/>\nas it ripples<br \/>\nas it rises<br \/>\nas it builds<\/p>\n<p>there are days where my womb is swollen with lead<br \/>\nwhere I fight to pretend that it doesn&#8217;t ache like an anchor threatening<br \/>\nto turn the potential for creating life into an albatross<br \/>\nhow something I cannot see<br \/>\nis a sentence<br \/>\nis a punishment<br \/>\nis a powder keg<\/p>\n<p>there are days where it feels more like drowning<br \/>\nlike swift strategic swells eroding layer by layer<br \/>\nuntil there is nothing left to ground me<br \/>\nhow what stood firm and unyielding is stripped<br \/>\nof pounds<br \/>\nof safety<br \/>\nof rights<\/p>\n<p>there are days where my vast sacred is subject to change<br \/>\nshimmering pools become a steel wall surrounding<br \/>\nwhile the heat is turned up and somewhere there is a voice<br \/>\nforbidding that the thermostat be adjusted<br \/>\nby a child<br \/>\nby a woman<br \/>\nby a frog<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>there are days where it feels more like swimming drifting lazy days of graceful treading of being pulled sweetly days of weightless surrender where I can&#8217;t remember how heavy it really is to live in this body in this place in this time there are&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":981,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-107149","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107149","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\/981"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107149"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107149\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":109910,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107149\/revisions\/109910"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107149"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107149"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107149"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}