{"id":11686,"date":"2015-06-13T21:58:46","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T01:58:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=11686"},"modified":"2015-06-13T21:58:46","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T01:58:46","slug":"poem-14-audible-emotion","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-14-audible-emotion\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #14: Audible Emotion"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Audible Emotion<\/p>\n<p>Pluck my heart like strings, and strum me a fine tune.<br \/>\nMy eyes are wrought of steel and I cannot move: I can only see outward.<br \/>\nYou cannot embrace that which is burdensome\u2014no, that has been my duty.<br \/>\nDrums beat a storm.<br \/>\nHearts beat and I cannot hear my own.<br \/>\nRemind me to rewind the movie soon, so I can watch how this happened to happen.<br \/>\nAnd get me some more misfortune at the store, will you please?<br \/>\nAnd so it begins.<br \/>\nThey are gone and that\u2019s not my hand she\u2019s holding.<br \/>\n\u201cWho what where when why how\u2014\u201d<br \/>\nCan this be?<br \/>\nI am a bad rhythm but I\u2019d rather be that than no rhythm.<br \/>\nLines of words like rails of crosses I tread alone upon.<br \/>\nMy hand yet is still empty.<br \/>\nIf your head is in the clouds, mine is in the sinking sea.<br \/>\nYet both those can only go so far.<br \/>\nLips collide, and I am the street light above them in the park.<br \/>\nI become the grass they stand on, and I share the air they breathe.<br \/>\nI am the bed sheets, and last I am the mirror on the wall and it shatters.<br \/>\nMy eyes fade, and I am steel-eyed once again.<br \/>\nHome is not meant to run from you.<br \/>\nBut I am a trance\u2014<br \/>\nWithin a panorama of my life made into cinema\u2014<br \/>\nI am the rewind button that cannot stop playing. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Audible Emotion Pluck my heart like strings, and strum me a fine tune. My eyes are wrought of steel and I cannot move: I can only see outward. You cannot embrace that which is burdensome\u2014no, that has been my duty. Drums beat a storm. Hearts&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":281,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11686","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11686","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\/281"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11686"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11686\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11690,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11686\/revisions\/11690"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11686"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11686"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11686"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}