{"id":12295,"date":"2015-06-14T00:21:34","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T04:21:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12295"},"modified":"2015-06-14T00:21:34","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T04:21:34","slug":"hour16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour16\/","title":{"rendered":"Oda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I see the dandelion<br \/>\nReminds me of the weeding<br \/>\nIn the garden my grandma<br \/>\nFull of native wisdom<br \/>\nfrom the sun dark-skinned<br \/>\nkneeling with her cane<\/p>\n<p>Leaning on her cane<br \/>\npoking its end at the offending dandelion<br \/>\nwrinkled in the sun dark-skinned<br \/>\nin her childhood of farming and weeding<br \/>\nshe gained so much wisdom<br \/>\nwhat she had gained, my grandma<\/p>\n<p>I miss my grandma<br \/>\nand her wooden cane<br \/>\nfrom abuse she gained such wisdom<br \/>\nand her laugh delightful as a dandelion<br \/>\nher laughs did not need weeding<br \/>\nshe was more than dark-skinned<\/p>\n<p>in her time those dark-skinned<br \/>\nnot like everyone&#8217;s grandma<br \/>\nobsessed with dandelion weeding<br \/>\nall summer leaning on her cane<br \/>\nI would make a wreath of dandelion<br \/>\ncrown my head in her wisdom<\/p>\n<p>now here i walk in wisdom<br \/>\nlike her I walk dark-skinned<br \/>\nmaking medicine with the dandelion<br \/>\nnot like my grandma<br \/>\nnot yet in my hand, her cane<br \/>\nmy hands know by heart the weeding<\/p>\n<p>with my bare, brown hands I learn weeding<br \/>\ntaking and leaving, weeding wisdom<br \/>\nuse my fingers to point at each cane<br \/>\nI walk this world dark-skinned<br \/>\nhow do I emulate my grandma<br \/>\ndraw a tattoo of a dandelion<\/p>\n<p>through life the weeding, in life run dark-skinned<br \/>\nwith simple wisdom I am my grandma<br \/>\none day I&#8217;ll have her cane wreathed in dandelion<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I see the dandelion Reminds me of the weeding In the garden my grandma Full of native wisdom from the sun dark-skinned kneeling with her cane Leaning on her cane poking its end at the offending dandelion wrinkled in the sun dark-skinned in her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":330,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[756],"class_list":["post-12295","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-sestina"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12295","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\/330"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12295"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12295\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12298,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12295\/revisions\/12298"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12295"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12295"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12295"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}