{"id":144497,"date":"2023-09-03T22:40:19","date_gmt":"2023-09-04T02:40:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=144497"},"modified":"2023-09-03T22:40:19","modified_gmt":"2023-09-04T02:40:19","slug":"three-days-grace-hour-eleven-a-somonka-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/three-days-grace-hour-eleven-a-somonka-poem\/","title":{"rendered":"Three Days Grace (Hour Eleven, A Somonka Poem)"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center\">Three Days Grace<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000\"><em>Son, I have watched you<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000\"><em>grow from bouncing baby boy<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000\"><em>to once and future<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000\"><em>King. This proud poppa&#8217;s heart hurts.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #ff0000\"><em>Fear not; I&#8217;ll see you soon.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><strong>Tell me, Father, why<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><strong>hast Thou forsaken me? I&#8217;ve<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><strong>done as you asked. Please<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><strong>don&#8217;t leave me, Daddy. Even three<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><span style=\"color: #0000ff\"><strong>days without You is too long.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(A somonka is composed of two tankas, written in two different voices, that carries a central theme of love. It doesn&#8217;t have to be romantic love; it can be brotherly, platonic, parental, etc. A tanka poem is made up of five lines with a syllabic count of 5\/7\/5\/7\/7. This poem was inspired by the hours just before Jesus Christ&#8217;s crucifixion.)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Three Days Grace Son, I have watched you grow from bouncing baby boy to once and future King. This proud poppa&#8217;s heart hurts. Fear not; I&#8217;ll see you soon. &nbsp; Tell me, Father, why hast Thou forsaken me? I&#8217;ve done as you asked. Please don&#8217;t&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1212,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-144497","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144497","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\/1212"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=144497"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144497\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":144515,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/144497\/revisions\/144515"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=144497"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=144497"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=144497"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}