{"id":114031,"date":"2022-06-25T17:51:31","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:51:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=114031"},"modified":"2022-06-25T17:51:31","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:51:31","slug":"between-worlds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/between-worlds\/","title":{"rendered":"Between Worlds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>\u201cBetween the woods and frozen lake\u201d<\/em><br \/>\nfire draws me to its glow.<\/p>\n<p>The moonless night, still and opaque,<br \/>\nbears witness to lay low.<\/p>\n<p>There, in the distant trees I hear<br \/>\nhis voice, deep, rough, and hard.<\/p>\n<p>A melody of love and fear<br \/>\nhas caught me full off-guard.<\/p>\n<p>Who is this man whose fiddle plays<br \/>\nin distant woods alone?<\/p>\n<p>I search through ivy walled keyways<br \/>\nto glimpse his mournful tone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI see you there,\u201d he sings aloud<br \/>\n\u201cthrough vines that tie you down.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBe not afraid, and be not proud,<br \/>\nthat day I come around.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFor joyless tears I turn to beer<br \/>\nfrom chaff he left behind.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He sings for me! Do I go near?<br \/>\n\u201cI sing for humankind.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Then, all at once the keyways closed.<br \/>\nThe man I heard was gone.<\/p>\n<p>Yet smoke still in the air imposed<br \/>\na strange phenomenon.<\/p>\n<p>I turned toward the lake of ice<br \/>\nreflecting every star.<\/p>\n<p>And, Oh! Before my naked eyes<br \/>\nappeared a strange montoir.<\/p>\n<p>There he stood in horseman\u2019s tack,<br \/>\nwhite stallions made of bone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFair lady, may I take you back?\u201d<br \/>\nI wondered of his tone.<\/p>\n<p>Then I awoke in my own bed<br \/>\nfrom one more stress filled dream,<\/p>\n<p>reminding my creative head<br \/>\nlife isn\u2019t what it seems.<\/p>\n<p>Credit: \u201c<em>Between the woods and frozen lake<\/em>\u201d from Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cBetween the woods and frozen lake\u201d fire draws me to its glow. The moonless night, still and opaque, bears witness to lay low. There, in the distant trees I hear his voice, deep, rough, and hard. A melody of love and fear has caught me&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[237,5225],"class_list":["post-114031","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-dreams","tag-spirituality"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114031","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=114031"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114031\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":114046,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114031\/revisions\/114046"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=114031"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=114031"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=114031"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}