{"id":12102,"date":"2015-06-13T23:32:31","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T03:32:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12102"},"modified":"2015-06-13T23:32:31","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T03:32:31","slug":"poem-20-velvet-ribbons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-20-velvet-ribbons\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #20: Velvet Ribbons"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Velvet Ribbons<\/p>\n<p>Something in my eye\u2014is it gloom again?<br \/>\nA myth made for morose men<br \/>\nTells of those chosen by subliminal declamations,<br \/>\nWho scream at the sky and one-sided reflections.<br \/>\nShells I wish not to collect,<br \/>\nResound after an emptiness that forebodes catastrophe.<br \/>\nEsprit de corps and an emotionless elect,<br \/>\nSurvives in the torment of the earth and mind, the decimation of body.<br \/>\nA star of serenity shackled in the dark,<br \/>\nCringes as all but a heart hung dry.<br \/>\nLead fingertips and sullen footsteps refrain distance beyond the mark,<br \/>\nAnd rivers like strands of string dangle over the edge.<br \/>\nVisions of a disembarking vessel down murky lanes,<br \/>\nAnd voices captivate my memory locked away from hearing;<br \/>\nTraveling tranquility trails on an endless turn of a road.<br \/>\nNever did I remember to check the time.<br \/>\nHungry will I be by tomorrow as soon as tomorrow remembers.<br \/>\nWheels crunch the dirt of the road,<br \/>\nMy eyes are but passerby,<br \/>\nAnd latched hands are unlatching the door.<br \/>\nShimmering rays of gold brighten up the field.<br \/>\nBarley brought in for the season,<br \/>\nFidgety wagons creaking down wide bridle paths of grey,<br \/>\nAnd stained slacks and happiness are opening the farmhouse door.<br \/>\nA vague recollection unintended,<br \/>\nThe house needs to be painted soon.<br \/>\nChips away every second for a memory:<br \/>\nExchanged till cessation decides to make an arrival.<br \/>\nFluttering laced dress, white on the smoothness of skin,<br \/>\nSummer eyes and lucidity of complexion, says to me,<br \/>\n\u201cSupper smells wonderful, my dear.\u201d<br \/>\nAnd these memories of simplicity and warmth echo, as I am homely once again.<br \/>\nRemoval of miniscule expectancy,<br \/>\nDeafness succumbed to repulsions to and fro,<br \/>\nAre incessant trifles to the shocked of heart.<br \/>\nSuddenly the rampart of soundness has been breached.<br \/>\nReturning to a hundred miles distant:<br \/>\nCrisp and flowing wind through golden crops<br \/>\nConsoles me, and a rampant grey is shunning the sun,<br \/>\nWhile bursting forces shatter the stems and splinter the earth.<br \/>\n\u201cYou silly.\u201d<br \/>\nBreezes of complaisant remnants return over my heedless frame,<br \/>\n\u201cMy sweet, there is something I must tell you\u2014\u201d<br \/>\nAs velvet ribbons clothe my fading attention.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Velvet Ribbons Something in my eye\u2014is it gloom again? A myth made for morose men Tells of those chosen by subliminal declamations, Who scream at the sky and one-sided reflections. Shells I wish not to collect, Resound after an emptiness that forebodes catastrophe. Esprit de&#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-12102","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12102","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=12102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12119,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12102\/revisions\/12119"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}