{"id":132867,"date":"2023-09-02T15:45:36","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:45:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=132867"},"modified":"2023-09-02T15:45:36","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T19:45:36","slug":"the-lonely-lowly-swing-hour-7","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/the-lonely-lowly-swing-hour-7\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lonely Lowly Swing\/Hour 7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>No longer do I hear<br \/>\nthe laughter of children<br \/>\nnor the pattering of little feet<br \/>\nracing to play with me<br \/>\nNo longer do I feel<br \/>\nthe warmth of little bums<br \/>\nas they wriggle to find comfort<br \/>\non my wooden lap<br \/>\nnor the squeeze of little hands<br \/>\ngrasping my ropes as I carry them<br \/>\nup and up and up<br \/>\nI wonder if I still exist in their minds<br \/>\nDo they remember our time together?<br \/>\nMaybe not. For I have been left<br \/>\nleft to rot in rain<br \/>\nleft to bleach in sunlight<br \/>\nI fear no one remembers me<br \/>\nMy only company, these sunflowers<br \/>\nthey chatter incessantly<br \/>\nbobbing their oversized heads in summer breezes<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t speak their language<br \/>\ntherefore I am still lonely<br \/>\nlonely in a field of yellow happiness<br \/>\nI long for a child&#8217;s touch<br \/>\nSo here I am<br \/>\na lonely lowly wooden swing<br \/>\nwaiting for a child, any child<br \/>\nto play with me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>No longer do I hear the laughter of children nor the pattering of little feet racing to play with me No longer do I feel the warmth of little bums as they wriggle to find comfort on my wooden lap nor the squeeze of little&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":282,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-132867","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132867","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\/282"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=132867"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132867\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":132961,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/132867\/revisions\/132961"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=132867"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=132867"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=132867"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}