{"id":128256,"date":"2023-09-02T10:45:21","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:45:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=128256"},"modified":"2023-09-02T10:45:21","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T14:45:21","slug":"the-forecast-hour-two","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-forecast-hour-two\/","title":{"rendered":"The Forecast &#8211; Hour Two"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\"><strong>The Forecast<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Turbulent seas washing over the shore<br \/>\nDay after day, the waves crashing more<br \/>\nSo much the uncertain, so much the unplanned<br \/>\nThe currents washed quickly, unable to stand<br \/>\nFall down to your knees, then stand up once more<br \/>\nTo just lose your footing and crash to the shore<br \/>\nAnd thus was the story, the hurricane of life<br \/>\nWhere moments of joy seemed lost in the strife<\/p>\n<p>I sat and I questioned if peace could be found<br \/>\nAs the waves crashed time and again<br \/>\nThe chaos of life, a deafening sound<br \/>\nA balance of frenetic and sane<br \/>\nEach day came the crashing of lightning to the ground<br \/>\nWith thunder claps close to the shore<br \/>\nAnd yet through the questions and storms all around<br \/>\nI wondered in life could be more<\/p>\n<p>Then, one fateful day, the seas felt a calm<br \/>\nThe skies became blue and the sunlight appeared<br \/>\nMy heart felt the warmth of a soft healing balm<br \/>\nA respite from the storms o&#8217;er the years<br \/>\nI forged a path forward with pain in rear view<br \/>\nGrateful for the peace, at long last<br \/>\nMy reward through the struggle in this life was you<br \/>\nAnd you&#8217;re more than I could have forecast<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Forecast Turbulent seas washing over the shore Day after day, the waves crashing more So much the uncertain, so much the unplanned The currents washed quickly, unable to stand Fall down to your knees, then stand up once more To just lose your footing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":692,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[680,1806,3456,1413,392],"class_list":["post-128256","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-jill-eisnaugle","tag-jill-halasz","tag-weather-poems","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128256","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\/692"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128256"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128256\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":128413,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128256\/revisions\/128413"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128256"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128256"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128256"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}