{"id":138335,"date":"2023-09-03T03:01:44","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T07:01:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=138335"},"modified":"2023-09-03T03:01:44","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T07:01:44","slug":"24-hour-poetry-marathon-hour-19-a-tribute-to-william-wordsworth-falling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/24-hour-poetry-marathon-hour-19-a-tribute-to-william-wordsworth-falling\/","title":{"rendered":"24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 19: A Tribute to William Wordsworth &#8220;Falling&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"o-vr o-vr_12x\">\n<div class=\"c-feature\">\n<div class=\"c-feature-bd\">\n<div class=\"o-poem isActive\" data-view=\"PoemView\">\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">I was overcome with awe, beholding<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">\u00a0 \u00a0the depth of the cliff below\u00a0<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"long-line\">The whitecaps like the tiny slices\u00a0 <\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">of, lace<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">from my mother&#8217;s workshop ago\u00a0<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"long-line\">The impending doom of the rocks severe<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">cluttering my dreams each night<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">And now I am a man<\/span><\/div>\n<div>and I have not shaken this drastic fear<br \/>\n<span class=\"long-line\">So will it be as I gather wrinkles<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">\u00a0 \u00a0this agent will age me more<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">So now, I am a man, of lingering memory\u00a0<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"long-line\">is this an omen of my peril<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">\u00a0 \u00a0perhaps death,\u00a0<\/span><br \/>\n<span class=\"long-line\">Or is this worry only providing me,<\/span><\/div>\n<div><span class=\"long-line\">with the human option\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><br \/>\nto dispel fear, and wrap its understanding<\/div>\n<div>\u00a0 \u00a0or toss it away with oblivious negligence<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\u2019<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was overcome with awe, beholding \u00a0 \u00a0the depth of the cliff below\u00a0 The whitecaps like the tiny slices\u00a0 of, lace from my mother&#8217;s workshop ago\u00a0 The impending doom of the rocks severe cluttering my dreams each night And now I am a man and&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3095,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-138335","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138335","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\/3095"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=138335"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138335\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140442,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/138335\/revisions\/140442"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=138335"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=138335"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=138335"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}