{"id":139254,"date":"2023-09-03T00:30:58","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T04:30:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=139254"},"modified":"2023-09-03T00:30:58","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T04:30:58","slug":"2023-full-marathon-hour-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/2023-full-marathon-hour-16\/","title":{"rendered":"2023 Full Marathon: Hour 16"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Remember when we would go to the nursing home<\/p>\n<p>and glue puzzles together and trade books worn out<\/p>\n<p>and weighed down with the annotations of<\/p>\n<p>literal generations &#8211; we painted sunflowers<\/p>\n<p>and\u00a0lilies for each room with a little old lady lacking<\/p>\n<p>family or support. We made such a routine out<\/p>\n<p>of being there to name the hummingbirds whenever<\/p>\n<p>we lost someone to the garden and chasing fireflies<\/p>\n<p>for the old men in walkers still in love with the<\/p>\n<p>dream versions of their wives and kids &#8211; already passed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know why the smell of pine sol and lemon<\/p>\n<p>are so distinct to me when the memories were<\/p>\n<p>actually so bright and the lessons that were<\/p>\n<p>inherited within those walls so valuable &#8211; I don&#8217;t know<\/p>\n<p>why I can write poems for Shirely&#8217;s mom<\/p>\n<p>but when i want to write for shirley herself or<\/p>\n<p>mourn Johnny (I&#8217;m late to that party too) the pen<\/p>\n<p>just dries up so completely it can&#8217;t be salvaged<\/p>\n<p>and the computer freezes and the internet dies<\/p>\n<p>and the storm drags all my ideas to a city that<\/p>\n<p>will never appreciate them the way I did.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Her birthday is coming up soon and she hasn&#8217;t<\/p>\n<p>returned my calls for the last two years, but<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll go ahead and give her a ring anyway.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Wouldn&#8217;t you?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>-M. Rene&#8217;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Remember when we would go to the nursing home and glue puzzles together and trade books worn out and weighed down with the annotations of literal generations &#8211; we painted sunflowers and\u00a0lilies for each room with a little old lady lacking family or support. We&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4176,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114],"tags":[5818,2158,5916],"class_list":["post-139254","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","tag-5818","tag-full-marathon","tag-full-marathon-2023-sincerelybluejay"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139254","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\/4176"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=139254"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139254\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":139283,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139254\/revisions\/139283"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=139254"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=139254"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=139254"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}