{"id":111189,"date":"2022-06-25T15:02:23","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:02:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111189"},"modified":"2022-06-25T15:02:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:02:23","slug":"dear-sandi-hour-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/dear-sandi-hour-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Sandi (hour 6)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Life is very brief, and so<\/p>\n<p>not living is slowly dying<\/p>\n<p>you used to live, you know?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ice skating<\/p>\n<p>calves and ankles quiver<\/p>\n<p>as the frozen ground stirs,<\/p>\n<p>you\u2019d shiver.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Once you exercised a bunch<\/p>\n<p>ate well, shunned the late night munch<\/p>\n<p>made walking stairs an easy task<\/p>\n<p>in Philly, four floors and light lunch<\/p>\n<p>back to high school weight, just once.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Trips to Paris<\/p>\n<p>there were three<\/p>\n<p>now a distant memory<\/p>\n<p>shimmering art and structures<\/p>\n<p>tasty bits of Brie and croissants<\/p>\n<p>all blurred by memory\u2019s faults.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Instead of being afraid<\/p>\n<p>you took the extra days prepaid<\/p>\n<p>roamed the art and nature alike<\/p>\n<p>became tour guide for new friends\u2019 sake.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A novel, never published<\/p>\n<p>stagnant, sitting, not dusted<\/p>\n<p>a memoir of one French vacation<\/p>\n<p>that ended in destruction<\/p>\n<p>of twin towers across the ocean<\/p>\n<p>will you get that tome in motion?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Put down the phone and take up pen<\/p>\n<p>eat well, and live your best again<\/p>\n<p>walking, traveling, skating far<\/p>\n<p>and soon transcript\u00a0will be a star.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Love, your youth.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Life is very brief, and so not living is slowly dying you used to live, you know? &nbsp; Ice skating calves and ankles quiver as the frozen ground stirs, you\u2019d shiver. &nbsp; Once you exercised a bunch ate well, shunned the late night munch made&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1299,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[5122],"class_list":["post-111189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-letter-from-myself"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111189","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\/1299"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111189"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111189\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":111697,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111189\/revisions\/111697"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}