{"id":111753,"date":"2022-06-25T15:25:31","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:25:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111753"},"modified":"2022-06-25T15:48:28","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T19:48:28","slug":"love-and-wisdom-hour-seven","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/love-and-wisdom-hour-seven\/","title":{"rendered":"Love and Wisdom \/ Hour Seven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Flowers from branches above<\/p>\n<p>murmur that one melody from<\/p>\n<p>so long ago, their time before.<\/p>\n<p>It sings now on the wind,<\/p>\n<p>tones in minors yet so powerful.<\/p>\n<p>Impetuous and wild-eyed while<\/p>\n<p>pining and planning for excitement<\/p>\n<p>the world over,<\/p>\n<p>she saw his gentle smile and stopped<\/p>\n<p>suddenly still in the madcap, open world.<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;d been to the world, called out in return when<\/p>\n<p>he needed to serve and every night saw<\/p>\n<p>home grow more focused in his wizened eyes, and<\/p>\n<p>her boundless energy took ever more colors<\/p>\n<p>with each dream.<\/p>\n<p>Their first dances were on busses with<\/p>\n<p>transistor radios, church galas with<\/p>\n<p>crepe paper decorations, jazz dives with<\/p>\n<p>grizzled poets scribbling to notes played<\/p>\n<p>while the two swayed everywhere, anywhere,<\/p>\n<p>each day they had together.<\/p>\n<p>The songs play now in improvised notes,<\/p>\n<p>a phrase wafting in on the breeze in harmony<\/p>\n<p>with the rustles from above.<\/p>\n<p>A lifetime of holding each other gently,<\/p>\n<p>a tender blessing to each other,<\/p>\n<p>they sit together and envision their next adventure<\/p>\n<p>while their hearts dance in bliss.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Flowers from branches above murmur that one melody from so long ago, their time before. It sings now on the wind, tones in minors yet so powerful. Impetuous and wild-eyed while pining and planning for excitement the world over, she saw his gentle smile and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111753","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111753","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111753"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111753\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":112064,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111753\/revisions\/112064"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111753"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111753"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111753"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}