{"id":135914,"date":"2023-09-02T19:34:03","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:34:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135914"},"modified":"2023-09-02T19:34:03","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:34:03","slug":"hour-eleven-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-eleven-23\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Eleven"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A single red flower held at arm&#8217;s length<br \/>\nagainst the <span class=\"kqEaA z8gr9e\">cerulean sky<br \/>\n<\/span>sings of my love for chocolate and music<br \/>\nand banjos. (Maybe not banjos)<\/p>\n<p>Left on a gravestone it symbolizes lost<br \/>\non the keyboard of your spouse<br \/>\nlove and romance<\/p>\n<p>On an empty front step a sense of longing<br \/>\nregret perhaps.<\/p>\n<p>A single green stemmed red flower<br \/>\non a soldier&#8217;s jacket courage,<br \/>\nin the barrel of a rifle peace.<\/p>\n<p>Courage, romance, longing, peace.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A single red flower held at arm&#8217;s length against the cerulean sky sings of my love for chocolate and music and banjos. (Maybe not banjos) Left on a gravestone it symbolizes lost on the keyboard of your spouse love and romance On an empty front&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4907,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135914","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135914","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\/4907"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135914"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135914\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":136108,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135914\/revisions\/136108"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135914"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135914"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135914"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}