{"id":122531,"date":"2022-06-26T08:28:49","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T12:28:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=122531"},"modified":"2022-06-26T08:28:49","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T12:28:49","slug":"attack-of-an-apple-hour-22-a-hall-of-mirrors-haynaku","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/attack-of-an-apple-hour-22-a-hall-of-mirrors-haynaku\/","title":{"rendered":"Attack of An Apple (Hour 22, A Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Attack of An Apple<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Twas<\/p>\n<p>two days<\/p>\n<p>left &#8217;til Christmas<\/p>\n<p>when he dropped<\/p>\n<p>me at<\/p>\n<p>the<\/p>\n<p>door,<\/p>\n<p>leaving me<\/p>\n<p>lost and lonesome,<\/p>\n<p>a stranger in<\/p>\n<p>an even<\/p>\n<p>stranger<\/p>\n<p>land.<\/p>\n<p>People packed<\/p>\n<p>like standing sardines,<\/p>\n<p>trapped tightly in<\/p>\n<p>a tin.<\/p>\n<p>Panic<\/p>\n<p>overcame<\/p>\n<p>me, incapacitating.<\/p>\n<p>Sweating, shaking, sobbing,<\/p>\n<p>anxiety attacking inside<\/p>\n<p>Apple Store.<\/p>\n<p>As<\/p>\n<p>we<\/p>\n<p>left, he<\/p>\n<p>asked would I<\/p>\n<p>ever return on<\/p>\n<p>my own?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;NEVERMORE!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>****A hay(na)ku is a three line poem where the first line consists of one word, the second line has two, and the third line is composed of three words. A reverse hay(na)ku is three lines composed in the opposite fashion, of three words, then two, and one word for the final line. In the 2019 Poetry Marathon, I created the &#8220;Mirror hay(na)ku&#8221; by combining a hay(na)ku with a reverse hay(na)ku. In 2020, I took things a step further by compiling five mirror hay(na)ku stanzas and calling it a Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku.****<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Attack of An Apple &#8216;Twas two days left &#8217;til Christmas when he dropped me at the door, leaving me lost and lonesome, a stranger in an even stranger land. People packed like standing sardines, trapped tightly in a tin. Panic overcame me, incapacitating. Sweating,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1212,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-122531","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122531","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\/1212"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=122531"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122531\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":122725,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122531\/revisions\/122725"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=122531"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=122531"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=122531"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}