{"id":135101,"date":"2023-09-02T18:35:48","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:35:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135101"},"modified":"2023-09-29T13:06:31","modified_gmt":"2023-09-29T17:06:31","slug":"hour-10-what-is-love-to-a-broken-poet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-10-what-is-love-to-a-broken-poet\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 10: WHAT IS LOVE TO A BROKEN POET?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>my pen dances to the rhythms of grief<br \/>\nlike a mighty cow trampling the field for green food.<br \/>\nI hold its tip_ each drop of ink is a dedication<br \/>\nto the unfading scars hung on my flesh.<br \/>\njust then, a lassie walks majestically into my life<br \/>\nsinging a strange song with lyrics of love.<br \/>\nShe attempts to steal away my heart<br \/>\nbut I have locked it already<br \/>\nyet she tries to con me with a romantic accent<br \/>\nwhich my heart pays no attention to.<br \/>\nShe introduces the subtitles of love,<br \/>\npreaching hard to convert my soul<br \/>\nyet her sermon makes no sense to me<br \/>\ncause in my own story, love is an outcast<br \/>\nwith a pungent smell of disgusted air.<br \/>\nShe is unwanted, for her presence stinks away my sanity.<br \/>\nIn my heart, I strike out the letters that spell love<br \/>\ncause love is nothing but the epitome of grief.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>my pen dances to the rhythms of grief like a mighty cow trampling the field for green food. I hold its tip_ each drop of ink is a dedication to the unfading scars hung on my flesh. just then, a lassie walks majestically into my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4966,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135101","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135101","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\/4966"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135101"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135101\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":145666,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135101\/revisions\/145666"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135101"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135101"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135101"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}