{"id":128960,"date":"2023-09-02T11:54:17","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:54:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=128960"},"modified":"2023-09-02T18:11:03","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:11:03","slug":"too-much-of-a-good-thing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/too-much-of-a-good-thing\/","title":{"rendered":"Too Much of a Good Thing #3"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>The air clung to my skin, a wet washrag waiting to be wrung out.\r\nGrabbing a hand full, I squeezed until liquid filled my bucket,\r\nsmelling sweetly of new mown hay. It ran down my\r\narms and pooled around my feet.\r\n\"Ern's Better'n Nair'n, Kris\" my granny would say long ago when I\r\ncomplained about lack of something. How to account for too much\r\nof a good thing? \r\nWater covered the yard. Making it hard to breath deeply.\r\n\r\nThis poem covers the page in messy writing, impossible to\r\ntransfer to the page. Full of aulasy, I fight on.\r\nWater and words covering me, the page still empty.\r\nAhead, I see nothing but more nothing, but I plunge\r\nsqueezing words into the bucket with a rapidity that startles even me.\r\n\r\nPero, \u00bfa qui\u00e9n le importa?\r\nThe bucket, tired and full walks off stage, splashing overflow into the\r\nalready flooded yard.\r\n\r\nA vivid image? I will be lucky to complete with a limp image, let's try though.\r\nThe air smells blue overhead. The sun, a round ball of yellow fire, begins\r\nto dry the yard. the wet dishrag I didn't have, I toss after\r\nthe fleeing bucket, making a SPLISH, SPLASH.<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The air clung to my skin, a wet washrag waiting to be wrung out. Grabbing a hand full, I squeezed until liquid filled my bucket, smelling sweetly of new mown hay. It ran down my arms and pooled around my feet. &#8220;Ern&#8217;s Better&#8217;n Nair&#8217;n, Kris&#8221;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1210,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-128960","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128960","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\/1210"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=128960"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128960\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":134973,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/128960\/revisions\/134973"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=128960"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=128960"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=128960"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}