{"id":13064,"date":"2015-06-14T03:44:13","date_gmt":"2015-06-14T07:44:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=13064"},"modified":"2015-06-14T03:44:13","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T07:44:13","slug":"17-fascinated-and-swallowed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/17-fascinated-and-swallowed\/","title":{"rendered":"#17 \u2013 Fascinated and swallowed"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20150416-111656-413-TheHeartOfCuriosity.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-medium wp-image-13065 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20150416-111656-413-TheHeartOfCuriosity-226x300.jpg\" alt=\"20150416-111656-413-TheHeartOfCuriosity\" width=\"226\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20150416-111656-413-TheHeartOfCuriosity-226x300.jpg 226w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20150416-111656-413-TheHeartOfCuriosity-770x1024.jpg 770w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20150416-111656-413-TheHeartOfCuriosity-1200x1596.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 226px) 100vw, 226px\" \/><\/a>I am so fascinated by all details<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t see what is in front of me<\/p>\n<p>All those glittering details<\/p>\n<p>Flattering the eyes<\/p>\n<p>When they are just about to cry<\/p>\n<p>For the feeling of aloneness<\/p>\n<p>At the dawn of Sunday<\/p>\n<p>When nobody dances any longer<\/p>\n<p>After such a long night<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am so fascinated by all these eyes<\/p>\n<p>At least I think they are,<\/p>\n<p>At least they look like eyes<\/p>\n<p>Greens and reds<\/p>\n<p>And antennas so nice and lovely<\/p>\n<p>Who wouldn\u2019t be captivated?<\/p>\n<p>By so much grace and beauty<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t see what is in front of me<\/p>\n<p>All these details are inside your big heart<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Your heart so big it swallows me<\/p>\n<p>And I am now fully crying<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am so fascinated by all details I can\u2019t see what is in front of me All those glittering details Flattering the eyes When they are just about to cry For the feeling of aloneness At the dawn of Sunday When nobody dances any longer&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":315,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13064","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13064","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\/315"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13064"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13064\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13068,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13064\/revisions\/13068"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13064"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13064"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13064"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}