{"id":119349,"date":"2022-06-26T03:25:57","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T07:25:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=119349"},"modified":"2022-06-26T03:25:57","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T07:25:57","slug":"georgia-i-am-still-grateful-prompt-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/georgia-i-am-still-grateful-prompt-18\/","title":{"rendered":"Georgia, I am still grateful (prompt 18)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>white writers write about flowers<br \/>\nlimited by brightly colored metaphors<br \/>\neasy descriptions<br \/>\nsimplicity and safety<\/p>\n<p>takes less to swallow and sell<br \/>\nthan we budgeted for<br \/>\nbest to stick with what we know<br \/>\nlilies and orchids and baby&#8217;s breath<\/p>\n<p>the flower shop on the corner<br \/>\nin\u00a0downtown Albuquerque<br \/>\nmy roller blades at the front door<br \/>\nwhile I&#8217;m organizing stacks of cards<\/p>\n<p>Georgia&#8217;s hands soft and calculated<br \/>\ncurling ribbon with the edge of a blade<br \/>\nremoving thorns from long stemmed roses<br \/>\na balance of violence and grace<\/p>\n<p>her husband passed suddenly<br \/>\nunpreventable &#8211; a hole in his heart<br \/>\nI was always impressed<br \/>\nby how her heart remained so whole<\/p>\n<p>we had met when she let me make a bouquet<br \/>\nand trusted that I&#8217;d return later to pay for it<br \/>\nI came back every day for the scent<br \/>\nand the safety of that cool damp room<\/p>\n<p>the one that preserved<br \/>\nkept crisp and fresh<br \/>\npetals pressed open frozen lightly dewed<br \/>\nI wanted to be the same<\/p>\n<p>never left to wilt or shrivel forgotten<br \/>\non a hot dashboard<br \/>\nto dry out in a waterless vase<br \/>\nfor the balance of violence and grace<br \/>\nGeorgia, I am still grateful<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>white writers write about flowers limited by brightly colored metaphors easy descriptions simplicity and safety takes less to swallow and sell than we budgeted for best to stick with what we know lilies and orchids and baby&#8217;s breath the flower shop on the corner in\u00a0downtown&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":981,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-119349","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119349","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\/981"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=119349"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119349\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":119833,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119349\/revisions\/119833"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=119349"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=119349"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=119349"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}