{"id":12147,"date":"2015-06-13T23:52:24","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T03:52:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12147"},"modified":"2015-06-13T23:52:24","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T03:52:24","slug":"poem-23-as-if-i-could-taste-heaven-at-this-height","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-23-as-if-i-could-taste-heaven-at-this-height\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #23: As If I Could Taste Heaven At This Height"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In my mind I was better than this.<br \/>\nI am only a letter to you. Writing you in the dark.<br \/>\nCan&#8217;t even tell if I am still smiling, let alone nodding<br \/>\nthrough everything said to me, an implication of encouragement<br \/>\nlost in the delivery.<br \/>\nThe crafting noise of woodpecker in early morning helps me<br \/>\nforget almost putting ice into my milk.<br \/>\nAnd I want to laugh out of context.<br \/>\nEvery smile a silent mechanic effortless in its arch,<br \/>\npendulum happiness reversed, instantly a reflection upturned.<br \/>\nIf only you were the paper I sketched verse, perfectly blank.<br \/>\nSurgically, I rake the leaves out of the lawn&#8217;s hair,<br \/>\nthe posture dad taught me.<br \/>\nA crowd of possible words massacred in mind.<br \/>\nChores are eventually bereft of their own title,<br \/>\na surrendered habit. Never thinking the same thing twice,<br \/>\nwhile doing so. All we are, talk and clatter.<br \/>\nShe, the clock, and me, spinning in her hands.<br \/>\nInvertebrate clouds morphing into unspoken,<br \/>\nunearthly contortions. A wind so pure curled in my<br \/>\npalms raised, then departed from my fingers&#8217; slit reach.<br \/>\nThe wind in my face, Heaven, I question,<br \/>\nplying me to taste its particle?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In my mind I was better than this. I am only a letter to you. Writing you in the dark. Can&#8217;t even tell if I am still smiling, let alone nodding through everything said to me, an implication of encouragement lost in the delivery. The&#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-12147","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12147","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=12147"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12204,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12147\/revisions\/12204"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}