{"id":132430,"date":"2023-09-02T16:05:55","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T20:05:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132430"},"modified":"2023-09-02T21:03:03","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T01:03:03","slug":"2023-poetry-marathon-poem-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/2023-poetry-marathon-poem-7\/","title":{"rendered":"Butterfly Glasses (2023 Poem Seven)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/30D0144C-E30E-415F-91D1-FA3A020DA2E1-225x300.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-137289\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/30D0144C-E30E-415F-91D1-FA3A020DA2E1-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/30D0144C-E30E-415F-91D1-FA3A020DA2E1-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/30D0144C-E30E-415F-91D1-FA3A020DA2E1-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/30D0144C-E30E-415F-91D1-FA3A020DA2E1.jpeg 1170w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/>Butterfly Glasses<\/p>\n<p>All that might be<br \/>\nHearing winds swaying leaves<br \/>\nWith care, I emerge<br \/>\nFull of wonder<\/p>\n<p>Feeling warm golden sun<br \/>\nAll that might be<br \/>\nFull of hope<br \/>\nExpanding outward, I stretch<\/p>\n<p>Fragile wings slowly unfurl<br \/>\nFull of joy<br \/>\nAll that might be<br \/>\nInhaling peat scented earth<\/p>\n<p>Full of love<br \/>\nTasting sweet rain drops<br \/>\nPatiently waiting for flight<br \/>\nAll that might be<\/p>\n<p>(Prompt: \u00a0The viator is a poetic form invented by Robin Skelton. The first line is used again as refrain in the second line of the second stanza, and the third line of the third stanza, and so on and so forth depending on how many stanzas you include. The last line of the final stanza must be the refrain, so you start and end on it.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Butterfly Glasses All that might be Hearing winds swaying leaves With care, I emerge Full of wonder Feeling warm golden sun All that might be Full of hope Expanding outward, I stretch Fragile wings slowly unfurl Full of joy All that might be Inhaling peat&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1285,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[5787],"class_list":["post-132430","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2023-poetry-marathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132430","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\/1285"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132430"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132430\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":137295,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132430\/revisions\/137295"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132430"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132430"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132430"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}