{"id":131539,"date":"2023-09-02T14:10:44","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:10:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=131539"},"modified":"2023-09-02T14:10:44","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:10:44","slug":"prompt-for-hour-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-for-hour-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt for hour 6"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>MY MORNING WALK<\/p>\n<p>Cool breeze<br \/>\nFlowers and leaves falling from the trees.<br \/>\nThe weather is perfect,<br \/>\nI wear my designer shoes and track pants.<br \/>\nSet out for my walk.<br \/>\nI walk rhythmically to the sound of the cawing crows,<br \/>\nTill the sound of a random cuckoo breaks my steps,<br \/>\nA few minutes later, I start again,<br \/>\nPromising myself that I would not get distracted again.<br \/>\nI set off with a good pace for a few steps,<br \/>\nOnly to be distracted by someone calling me from behind,<br \/>\nTo be greeted with a big smile by my close friend<br \/>\nThe happiness of meeting a good friend is priceless,<br \/>\nThe idea of a brisk walk is lost as we laugh and walk slowly,<br \/>\nTowards a mini morning coffee break along with breakfast.<br \/>\nFollowed by a visit to the vegetable market,<br \/>\nTo buy fresh vegetables and fruits<br \/>\nThe flower seller starts a random conversation with me,<br \/>\nAbout the rising prices and the rising temperature,<br \/>\nI feel all important and happy,<br \/>\nAbout the entire morning routine<br \/>\nWhere, I effectively spent more than an hour on the road,<br \/>\nWhoops, I hardly walked a kilometer in that hour!<br \/>\nMy doctor however is not too pleased with my regime,<br \/>\nShe asks me regularly,<br \/>\n\u201cDo you go for a walk in the morning?\u201d<br \/>\nI nod my head indecisively,<\/p>\n<p>Only I and my weighing scale know,<br \/>\nHow distracting my morning walks are.<\/p>\n<p>POEM BY SHREYA SURAJ<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>MY MORNING WALK Cool breeze Flowers and leaves falling from the trees. The weather is perfect, I wear my designer shoes and track pants. Set out for my walk. I walk rhythmically to the sound of the cawing crows, Till the sound of a random&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5005,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,13,1136,441,5,1],"tags":[5956],"class_list":["post-131539","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","category-uncategorized","tag-hour6-2023"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131539","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\/5005"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=131539"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131539\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":131566,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131539\/revisions\/131566"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=131539"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=131539"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=131539"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}