{"id":10964,"date":"2015-06-13T19:55:11","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:55:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10964"},"modified":"2015-06-13T19:55:11","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:55:11","slug":"night-fragments-hour-eleven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/night-fragments-hour-eleven\/","title":{"rendered":"Night Fragments (Hour Eleven)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We climbed out a window and lay on the roof.<\/p>\n<p>The Universe sprawling out above us, in all directions.<\/p>\n<p>I fell in love long ago with the silent silver streaking<\/p>\n<p>Of shooting stars.<\/p>\n<p>Fragments flaming, falling.<\/p>\n<p>The crisp pinpricks of distant suns,<\/p>\n<p>Some daring to be blue or orange to a human eye.<\/p>\n<p>The black spaces in between, so full of what we cannot see.<\/p>\n<p>Once I saw a comet, its tail a smudge.<\/p>\n<p>It sat there, as though it were ordinary,<\/p>\n<p>As though it did not come from the icy edge<\/p>\n<p>Of all that we hold dear.<\/p>\n<p>And once, an eclipse of the moon;<\/p>\n<p>It turned blood red before my eyes.<\/p>\n<p>It did not disappear,<\/p>\n<p>But sat there disquietingly<\/p>\n<p>In its rouge.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We climbed out a window and lay on the roof. The Universe sprawling out above us, in all directions. I fell in love long ago with the silent silver streaking Of shooting stars. Fragments flaming, falling. The crisp pinpricks of distant suns, Some daring to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":45,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10964","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10964","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\/45"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10964"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10964\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11029,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10964\/revisions\/11029"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10964"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10964"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10964"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}