{"id":129233,"date":"2023-09-02T11:59:55","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:59:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129233"},"modified":"2023-10-30T17:29:44","modified_gmt":"2023-10-30T21:29:44","slug":"a-take-on-twenty-little-poetry-projects","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/a-take-on-twenty-little-poetry-projects\/","title":{"rendered":"A Portrait Beyond the Blue(A Take on Twenty Little Poetry Projects)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She&#8217;s got a heart of gold<\/p>\n<p>She also thinks pieces of rainbows fall from the sky on sunny days<\/p>\n<p>Her touch is a cotton sheet, her sight a floating swan, she hears as a smile sharing joy, tastes as one hungering for truth and smells as a flower<\/p>\n<p>She sees the colour blue and the shape of her lifelong love when music grazes her ears<\/p>\n<p>Her poise is as Athena in ancient Greece<\/p>\n<p>Her heart is streaked not golden<\/p>\n<p>The skies are grey, where has this darkness come from?<\/p>\n<p>How cheeky she can be!<\/p>\n<p>She says each time she frowns a drop of rain falls from above<\/p>\n<p>And when it does, these words are her refrain, &#8216;Ca va bien!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>A whispering mouth speaks of bravery<\/p>\n<p>She stares at the vertical horizon<\/p>\n<p>As her feet are lifted and she soars as a bird<\/p>\n<p>Shea, her confidante, she knew her gifts were beyond the given<\/p>\n<p>There will be a time others will see, she will share her sense of knowing<\/p>\n<p>Like a flattened cloud no longer floating<\/p>\n<p>And they&#8217;ll declare, &#8216;I love how strawberries float in the sky!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>Quietly she will say,&#8217;Je suis enfin a ma place!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>She makes the mountains hum<\/p>\n<p>And the blue appears to open only for her<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She&#8217;s got a heart of gold She also thinks pieces of rainbows fall from the sky on sunny days Her touch is a cotton sheet, her sight a floating swan, she hears as a smile sharing joy, tastes as one hungering for truth and smells&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1358,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,13],"tags":[5765],"class_list":["post-129233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","tag-2023poetrymarathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129233","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\/1358"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129233"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":145785,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129233\/revisions\/145785"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}