{"id":130925,"date":"2023-09-02T13:39:10","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:39:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=130925"},"modified":"2023-09-02T13:39:10","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T17:39:10","slug":"hour-5-a-morning-full-of-thanks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-5-a-morning-full-of-thanks\/","title":{"rendered":"hour 5: a morning full of thanks"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">There\u2019s a hummingbird in the flowers and a grasshopper on the back of the pool deck chair<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019ve tried to circumvent my feelings by breathing precisely when in reality, <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">it all belongs to the Divine <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Why, oh why, do I hide?<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-131047 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_6091-300x225.jpeg\" alt=\"a grasshopper on the back of the pool deck chair in the writer's backyard\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_6091-300x225.jpeg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_6091-1024x768.jpeg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_6091-768x576.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_6091-1536x1152.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_6091-2048x1536.jpeg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">There\u2019s a happy dog on the couch with a toy in its mouth<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and I\u2019m eating a yogurt, hiding less <\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Step-mother starts to clean while I write and I&#8217;m<br \/>\n<\/span>remembering<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There\u2019s a hummingbird in the flowers and a grasshopper on the back of the pool deck chair I\u2019ve tried to circumvent my feelings by breathing precisely when in reality, it all belongs to the Divine Why, oh why, do I hide? There\u2019s a happy dog&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5434,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-130925","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130925","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\/5434"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=130925"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130925\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":131080,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/130925\/revisions\/131080"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=130925"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=130925"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=130925"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}