{"id":130721,"date":"2023-09-02T13:19:52","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:19:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130721"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:19:52","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:19:52","slug":"the-m-word-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-m-word-4\/","title":{"rendered":"The M word #4"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Love, if I love<br \/>\nI love with the same intensity<br \/>\nIf I love in a sun dappled meadow,<br \/>\nIn hazy summer heat<br \/>\nTaking in the birdsong,<br \/>\nThe buzzing of bees<br \/>\nAnd the scent<br \/>\nOf fresh cut hay field<br \/>\nThen I love in the storm,<br \/>\nIn the freezing, biting cold<br \/>\nIn the damp, sodden, unrelenting days<br \/>\nIn the grey, dreary days<br \/>\nOf chilling mists than gnaw the bones<br \/>\nIf I love under a magnolia tree<br \/>\nBy a river, as the world slows<br \/>\nLike autumn sunsets<br \/>\nThen I love in the bramble thicket too<br \/>\nTorn by sharp thorns<br \/>\nIn the smallest turn or attempt<br \/>\nIf I love you on the easy days<br \/>\nThe carefree, have enough<br \/>\nSoft and gentle days<br \/>\nThe nights of abandon and lust<br \/>\nThe evenings of quiet togetherness<br \/>\nAnd the Sunday morning papers<br \/>\nThen I love you too<br \/>\nWhen the world bites<br \/>\nWhen we fight<br \/>\nWhen we let each other down,<br \/>\nWhen it&#8217;s hard to see a future<br \/>\nOr even a present<br \/>\nWhen the struggle tears at the soul<br \/>\nLike thorns in a bramble thicket<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s weight is a mountain pressing down<br \/>\nSeeking to choke the very love from life<br \/>\nBut love doesn&#8217;t care if it&#8217;s easy<br \/>\nOr if it&#8217;s hard<br \/>\nOnly that it&#8217;s worth it<br \/>\nAnd by all the Gods, you are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Love, if I love I love with the same intensity If I love in a sun dappled meadow, In hazy summer heat Taking in the birdsong, The buzzing of bees And the scent Of fresh cut hay field Then I love in the storm, In&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4830,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130721","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130721","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\/4830"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130721"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130721\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":130755,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130721\/revisions\/130755"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130721"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130721"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130721"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}