{"id":132054,"date":"2023-09-02T14:45:03","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:45:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132054"},"modified":"2023-09-02T14:45:03","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T18:45:03","slug":"prompt-hour-6-the-edge-of-the-earth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/prompt-hour-6-the-edge-of-the-earth\/","title":{"rendered":"prompt hour 6: the edge of the earth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At the edge of the earth<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">At the edge of the earth<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">at the end of the time and space continuum<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">water stands still\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and the leaves of trees<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">hang unstirring.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nothing breathes<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">nothing moves.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">It must be something like<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">grief\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 when the large hole<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">that moved in synchrony with another<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">rose to greet him\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 breathed<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">almost in the same key<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">tempo determined by another\u2019s<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">rhythms.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Now\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the edge of earth opens<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">a vast desolation of darkness<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">where even heartbeats quiet<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">in the knowledge<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">that beyond that sharp knife edge<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">is nothing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At the edge of the earth &nbsp; At the edge of the earth at the end of the time and space continuum water stands still\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and the leaves of trees hang unstirring.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nothing breathes nothing moves. It must be something like grief\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 when the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-132054","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132054","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132054"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132054\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132075,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132054\/revisions\/132075"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132054"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132054"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132054"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}