{"id":140314,"date":"2023-09-03T02:45:56","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:45:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=140314"},"modified":"2023-09-03T02:45:56","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T06:45:56","slug":"self-portrait-as-silhouette","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/self-portrait-as-silhouette\/","title":{"rendered":"Self portrait as silhouette"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>Self portrait as a silhouette.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I forget my thumb in the fire<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I do not forget the thrill.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Every abstract\u2019 biggest dream is<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">To own life, so we let the bowl be \u00a0filled<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">With sugar and cinnamon<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A grey fizz, like a thunderstorm<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Wraths a boys heart,\u00a0 but boys<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Don\u2019t die, Boys don\u2019t girl,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Boys are everything but tender,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">But soft, but prayers axed into<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">The ground to never leave.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I forget my thumb in the fire,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I do not forget the thrill,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I do not forget the sun<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">That rose from Bermuda<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">And slowly sways into my body<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Like a pilgrim in his pursuit<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">For halo validation.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Self portrait as a silhouette. \u00a0 I forget my thumb in the fire But I do not forget the thrill. Every abstract\u2019 biggest dream is To own life, so we let the bowl be \u00a0filled With sugar and cinnamon A grey fizz, like a thunderstorm&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5283,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-140314","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140314","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\/5283"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=140314"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140314\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140317,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140314\/revisions\/140317"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=140314"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=140314"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=140314"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}