{"id":140446,"date":"2023-09-03T04:02:05","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:02:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=140446"},"modified":"2023-09-03T04:02:05","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T08:02:05","slug":"24-hour-poetry-marathon-hour-20-a-tribute-to-muldrew-lake-the-polygons-of-night-or-a-man-sitting-on-a-dock-at-midnight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/24-hour-poetry-marathon-hour-20-a-tribute-to-muldrew-lake-the-polygons-of-night-or-a-man-sitting-on-a-dock-at-midnight\/","title":{"rendered":"24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 20: A Tribute to Muldrew Lake &#8220;The Polygons of Night or A Man Sitting on a Dock at Midnight&#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<p>Glass in its glory<br \/>\nrippling, yet coming to a stop<br \/>\nlight from windows<br \/>\nhalfway up the hill<\/p>\n<p>smoke from the brigham<br \/>\nforming ornate streams<br \/>\nwhite converging with black<br \/>\ndissapating over night striders<\/p>\n<p>rectangular gold<br \/>\nflicking and and off<br \/>\nchanging the illusion<br \/>\nof a magic city<\/p>\n<p>layered, from private worlds<br \/>\nto a streak of confusing light<br \/>\nas I ask from where it comes<br \/>\ntaking another inhalation of amphora<\/p>\n<p>left to right invisible<br \/>\nas my eyes dart ahead to stubborn cliffs<br \/>\nmy thoughts taking a dive<br \/>\na fear of drowning my wisdom<\/p>\n<p>gathering my smokey rum<br \/>\nthe ice long gone<br \/>\nthe glass secure, sitting<br \/>\non the wide and sturdy arm<\/p>\n<p>Trying to define goodnight<br \/>\nby what I see around me<br \/>\nbut time seems suspended<br \/>\nin a battle with distorted light<\/p>\n<p>It time to stumble back<br \/>\non the rocky steps<br \/>\nto the peace of sleep<br \/>\nand the surprise of jolting dream<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"o-grid\">\n<div class=\"o-grid-col o-grid-col_10of12\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Glass in its glory rippling, yet coming to a stop light from windows halfway up the hill smoke from the brigham forming ornate streams white converging with black dissapating over night striders rectangular gold flicking and and off changing the illusion of a magic city&#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-140446","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140446","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=140446"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140446\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":140939,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/140446\/revisions\/140939"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=140446"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=140446"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=140446"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}