{"id":129150,"date":"2023-09-02T11:52:26","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:52:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129150"},"modified":"2023-09-02T11:53:50","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:53:50","slug":"prompt-3-this-burning-mess","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-3-this-burning-mess\/","title":{"rendered":"prompt 3: this burning mess"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The 20 little poetry projects<\/p>\n<p><em>this burning mess<\/em><\/p>\n<p>breath is life<\/p>\n<p>small red berries see in the dark<\/p>\n<p>the white-hot light of these end-of-days summers<\/p>\n<p>filling my mouth with ash.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>now all I smell is burning<\/p>\n<p>when I worry about the future<\/p>\n<p>and I long to run to the water to cool my raging skin<\/p>\n<p>or taste the silence of all those screaming trees\u00a0Bezos and Musk can&#8217;t hear<\/p>\n<p>in California<\/p>\n<p>or the Cayman Islands<\/p>\n<p>or Mars.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>our breath is killing us in our sleep<\/p>\n<p>while we wait for someone else to fix the problems we&#8217;ve created.<\/p>\n<p>Skodene!<\/p>\n<p>these companies are all going green to save the planet<\/p>\n<p>because, they say,<\/p>\n<p>liquid natural gas does not come out of the ground&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>the exquisite pile of lies<\/p>\n<p>making me shove my thumbs in my eyes so deep<\/p>\n<p>I am now deaf,<\/p>\n<p>the silence slicing through me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;she&#8217;s mojo,&#8221; they said,<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;the one who brings water to fire in<\/p>\n<p>rippling, glass buckets.<\/p>\n<p>this madness will end in the squishing of mud between our toes!<\/p>\n<p>maajtaadaa!<\/p>\n<p>the trees are calling while they run around screaming<\/p>\n<p>with their hands on fire.<\/p>\n<p>(C) r. l. elke<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The 20 little poetry projects this burning mess breath is life small red berries see in the dark the white-hot light of these end-of-days summers filling my mouth with ash. &nbsp; now all I smell is burning when I worry about the future and I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":712,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,1136,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129150","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\/712"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129150"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129325,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129150\/revisions\/129325"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}