{"id":127408,"date":"2023-09-02T10:00:34","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:00:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=127408"},"modified":"2023-09-02T10:00:34","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:00:34","slug":"hour-one-text-prompt-and-how-youll-always-find-us","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-one-text-prompt-and-how-youll-always-find-us\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour one text prompt &#8211; and how you&#8217;ll always find us"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\">-And this is how you&#8217;ll always find us<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">after Diana Khoi Nguyen<\/p>\n<p>The day was dark and futile<\/p>\n<p>My heart a wrecking ball<\/p>\n<p>John resting in the loo<\/p>\n<p>Overlooked and looking<\/p>\n<p>for a second point of view<\/p>\n<p>This is how she found us<\/p>\n<p>the past draped about us like a cloak<\/p>\n<p>Maria with her eagle eyes,<\/p>\n<p>her boa floating by like smoke<\/p>\n<p>No doubt about her energy<\/p>\n<p>we were the guilty two<\/p>\n<p>And she, a nose for trouble<\/p>\n<p>especially that which she could use.<\/p>\n<p>She was no goddess, surely<\/p>\n<p>more a ghost of days gone by<\/p>\n<p>An actress of the ages<\/p>\n<p>of a world not yours or mine<\/p>\n<p>And in our catatonic fugue<\/p>\n<p>She used us as a host<\/p>\n<p>Taking both the shadows<\/p>\n<p>And the past hid in our cloaks<\/p>\n<p>We were the first of many<\/p>\n<p>Victims of her ego<\/p>\n<p>And this is how you&#8217;ll always find us<\/p>\n<p>If first of course you find us<\/p>\n<p>Before you too feel the knife<\/p>\n<p>Of that immortal vixen<\/p>\n<p>And taste the futility<\/p>\n<p>Of a past entwined with hers<\/p>\n<p>The dawn of the last intrepid<\/p>\n<p>Breath you&#8217;ve yet took<\/p>\n<p>The morning that she took us<\/p>\n<p>And our home became her rook<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>-And this is how you&#8217;ll always find us after Diana Khoi Nguyen The day was dark and futile My heart a wrecking ball John resting in the loo Overlooked and looking for a second point of view This is how she found us the past&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[5772,5762,5793,3639,51,4420,5364,5135,4129,15,10,5792],"class_list":["post-127408","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2023fullmarathon","tag-2023hour1","tag-a-start-and-an-end","tag-actress","tag-death","tag-ego","tag-ghost-story","tag-markiplier","tag-murder","tag-poem","tag-poetry","tag-vague"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127408","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\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=127408"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127408\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":127662,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/127408\/revisions\/127662"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=127408"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=127408"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=127408"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}