{"id":119454,"date":"2022-06-26T02:33:04","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T06:33:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=119454"},"modified":"2022-06-29T11:35:51","modified_gmt":"2022-06-29T15:35:51","slug":"hour-eighteen-joy-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-eighteen-joy-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Eighteen &#8211; JOY"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt Eighteen \u2013 Write a poem about a moment of joy.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"text-decoration: underline\">JOY<\/span><\/p>\n<p>We had waited for this call for seven long years.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Hello,\u2019 I answer, quivering with my fears.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018We\u2019ve found the perfect match,\u2019 she said.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018All sweet and pink, with a roundy round head.<\/p>\n<p>But\u2026&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Euphoric heart sinking, I whisper, thinking,<\/p>\n<p>\u2018<em>But<\/em>?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018She\u2019s polydactyl,\u2019 said the voice.<\/p>\n<p>I scream silently, losing all poise,<\/p>\n<p>\u2018What does that even mean?\u2019<\/p>\n<p>The voice continues, gentle, unseen,<\/p>\n<p>\u2018She was born with two left thumbs\u2019<\/p>\n<p>Wild relief, wild wild relief strikes me numb.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\u2018We could continue the search,\u2019 I hear her say.<\/p>\n<p>\u2018No,\u2019 I shout, \u2018we\u2019ll be there today.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u2018We\u2019ll be there in the next few hours<\/p>\n<p>To see her, our baby, just ours.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I sink to my knees to speak to the God above<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Thank you, <em>Thakur<\/em>, for sending us a daughter to love.<\/p>\n<p>I haven\u2019t seen her yet, but I know she\u2019s mine.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>And there was JOY in the moment, perfect, sublime.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt Eighteen \u2013 Write a poem about a moment of joy. &nbsp; JOY We had waited for this call for seven long years. \u2018Hello,\u2019 I answer, quivering with my fears. \u2018We\u2019ve found the perfect match,\u2019 she said. \u2018All sweet and pink, with a roundy round&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1430,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-119454","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119454","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\/1430"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=119454"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119454\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124300,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119454\/revisions\/124300"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=119454"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=119454"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=119454"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}