{"id":12373,"date":"2015-06-14T00:46:21","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T04:46:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=12373"},"modified":"2015-06-14T00:46:21","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T04:46:21","slug":"notice-life-contained","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/notice-life-contained\/","title":{"rendered":"Notice: Life Contained"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>From clouds of inspiration in a sky of emptiness comes rain &#8211;<br \/>\nTo soak a parched cocoon,<br \/>\nWhich appear to be levitating<br \/>\nConcealing a phobia<br \/>\nUnexplained by life<br \/>\nNo matter how many moment&#8217;s notice<br \/>\nAnd you may or may not notice,<br \/>\nThrough the clarity of rain<br \/>\nEvery drop of it magnifies &#8211; a wonder of life &#8211;<br \/>\nEverything that&#8217;s held within the cocoon,<br \/>\nEvery beginning of a hope or a phobia<br \/>\nLevitating<br \/>\nPerched on the edge of dawn, levitating,<br \/>\nAnd slowly, a crease unfolds until the miracle is allowed to notice<br \/>\nThey are not the pupa with a phobia<br \/>\nBut a butterfly &#8211; baptised by rain<br \/>\nA pearl of wisdom inside a shell &#8211; a cocoon<br \/>\nThe oyster of life<br \/>\nAnd as this story of life<br \/>\nBegins levitating<br \/>\nThrough your mind&#8217;s cocoon<br \/>\nWhere the things you notice<br \/>\nAre magnified by your brain and not the rain<br \/>\nYou shatter your own phobia<br \/>\nA long held phobia<br \/>\nThat your own life<br \/>\nWould rain<br \/>\nDown tears instead of levitating<br \/>\nOr elevating and everyone would notice<br \/>\nThe gloom of your cocoon<br \/>\nThe doom of your cocoon<br \/>\nNow a bygone phobia<br \/>\nSomething to pay no notice<br \/>\nA cast away part of life<br \/>\nAn empty shell left levitating<br \/>\nIn the rain<br \/>\nYour empty cocoon no longer holds life<br \/>\nYour phobia can be left levitating<br \/>\nAnd all people will noticeis the butterfly baptised by the rain<\/p>\n<p>(c) Gemma Hinton 14\/6\/15<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From clouds of inspiration in a sky of emptiness comes rain &#8211; To soak a parched cocoon, Which appear to be levitating Concealing a phobia Unexplained by life No matter how many moment&#8217;s notice And you may or may not notice, Through the clarity of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":252,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12373","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\/252"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12373"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12373\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12387,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12373\/revisions\/12387"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}