{"id":109426,"date":"2022-06-25T15:13:08","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:13:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=109426"},"modified":"2022-06-25T15:13:08","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:13:08","slug":"earth-2122-a-conversation-hour-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/earth-2122-a-conversation-hour-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Earth 2122 A Conversation Hour 4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\"><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-109376\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Poetry-Prompt-004-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Poetry-Prompt-004-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Poetry-Prompt-004-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Poetry-Prompt-004-768x513.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Poetry-Prompt-004-480x320.jpg 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Poetry-Prompt-004.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>A picture found in the old\u00a0trash heap.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A mother and child quietly<\/p>\n<p>peruse it together.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>Little girl or perhaps boy,<\/p>\n<p>hard to tell beneath<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span>the dirty uniform<\/p>\n<p>and still dirtier skin and hair asked,<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em><br \/>\nMomma, what is that?\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>That\u2019s a piano dear,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>you knew that.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The child pointed<\/p>\n<p>to the area beneath, around<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>and all over the picture.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>A sighing mother explained<\/p>\n<p>they were grasses, trees and bushes<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>the way it used to be.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><em><br \/>\nAnd that funny color, Momma?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Astonished, anguished eyes<\/p>\n<p>look down into the aged eyes<\/p>\n<p>of her very young child.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Green my child, the color green.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p>We don\u2019t have that down here.<\/p>\n<p>She wondered if anyone was listening.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A picture found in the old\u00a0trash heap.\u00a0 A mother and child quietly peruse it together.\u00a0 Little girl or perhaps boy, hard to tell beneath\u00a0the dirty uniform and still dirtier skin and hair asked,\u00a0 Momma, what is that?\u00a0 &nbsp; That\u2019s a piano dear, you knew that.\u00a0&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":795,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[5013],"class_list":["post-109426","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-2022-hour-4"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109426","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\/795"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=109426"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109426\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":109715,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/109426\/revisions\/109715"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=109426"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=109426"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=109426"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}