{"id":107156,"date":"2022-06-25T09:50:28","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T13:50:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=107156"},"modified":"2022-07-13T10:38:42","modified_gmt":"2022-07-13T14:38:42","slug":"the-poets-river","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/the-poets-river\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour One – The Poet’s River"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hour One<\/strong> – Write<\/strong> a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc.<\/p>\n

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The Poet\u2019s River<\/u><\/h2>\n

And so, it starts. After being poised, quivering
\nin nervous anticipation, shivering.
\nPrompt on the hour, the claxon sounds.
\nAs one, we pinch noses, dive in, from separate grounds.<\/p>\n

Safe. Knowing as I do, I\u2019ll be underwater with you
\nfor the next 24 hours. The day (and night), only ours,
\nto gently swim together, or race.
\nTo frolic, glide, discover \u2013 at our own pace.<\/p>\n

We will cast our nets and catch the words
\nattached to everything everywhere like seaweed.
\nWe will string them together into verse,
\nwhich we will wonder over later as we read.<\/p>\n

I will remain fresh, calm, joyous and still.
\nAnd when I flag, for flag and flail I will,<\/p>\n

You will nudge me. Not judge me. Or let me bail out.
\nI\u2019ll waken from exhaustion as I hear your shout.<\/p>\n

As will I, for you, my brethren, my tribe so dear.
\nI\u2019ll say bravo as often as you want to hear.
\nAnd together we\u2019ll string the pearls of words into verse.
\nAnd send them out bravely, into the universe.<\/p>\n

Once the day is done, then the night, then the day again, bright,
\nwe will start swimming up towards the light.
\nReach up. Break water. Gasp at the shock of the glare.
\nShake off the droplets of exhaustion. Breathe in air.<\/p>\n

Carrying with us for one whole year
\nthe exhilaration of swimming in the poet\u2019s river.<\/p>\n

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Hour One – Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc.   The Poet\u2019s River And so, it starts. After being poised, quivering in nervous anticipation, shivering. Prompt on the hour, the claxon sounds….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1430,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-107156","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107156","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\/1430"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=107156"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107156\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124863,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/107156\/revisions\/124863"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=107156"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=107156"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=107156"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}