{"id":131639,"date":"2023-09-02T14:49:32","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:49:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=131639"},"modified":"2023-09-02T15:05:50","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:05:50","slug":"i-take-them-with-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/i-take-them-with-me\/","title":{"rendered":"I Take Them With Me"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hour Five<\/p>\n<p>Memories tucked into<br \/>\nmy breast pocket<br \/>\nleft and close to my heart.<br \/>\nThey flutter like eyelids<br \/>\njust waking from slumber-<br \/>\nfractured images<br \/>\nplay upon the screen of thought<br \/>\na tribute to remembrance<br \/>\nto lives previously lived<br \/>\nduring my years on the back roads.<br \/>\nThe gravel of experience<br \/>\nkicking up rocks<br \/>\nand dusty clouds as I move forward.<br \/>\nThe ancestors of self<br \/>\npassed away by the alchemical chemicals<br \/>\nof compounded experience<br \/>\nof former versions in former chapters.<br \/>\nI reach out and touch a few<br \/>\nrunning my fingers across their edges<br \/>\nflipping through the pages of life<br \/>\nlike ribbons<br \/>\nwhile others catch up on the hem of<br \/>\nemotions and slice into my skin;<br \/>\nthe salt of tears an anesthesia<br \/>\nto the wistful recollections of<br \/>\nthe hourglass<br \/>\nwhose sand had run it&#8217;s last cascade.<br \/>\nSome are moonlit passages<br \/>\nbathed in shadows and blurred vision<br \/>\nthat had circumvented the stony path.<br \/>\nI lift the camera lens of my eyes<br \/>\nand snap another memory<br \/>\nlike fingers-a metronome of observation<br \/>\nin my rhythm of living.<br \/>\nI tuck it in with the rest<br \/>\nsealing and threading the edges in,<br \/>\nminding where I had come from<br \/>\nand just how far I&#8217;ve gone-<br \/>\njust another moment of self captured<br \/>\nand folded into the realms of memory.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart. They flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of thought a tribute to remembrance to lives previously lived during my years on the back roads&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1485,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[5772,680,193,3019,2158,23,15,228,391,10,355,390,1084],"class_list":["post-131639","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2023fullmarathon","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-193","tag-24-hour-poetry-marathon","tag-full-marathon","tag-life","tag-poem","tag-poems","tag-poet","tag-poetry","tag-poetry-marathon","tag-writer","tag-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131639","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\/1485"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=131639"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131639\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132132,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/131639\/revisions\/132132"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=131639"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=131639"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=131639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}