{"id":14991,"date":"2015-06-14T22:23:34","date_gmt":"2015-06-15T02:23:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=14991"},"modified":"2015-06-14T22:23:34","modified_gmt":"2015-06-15T02:23:34","slug":"the-world-creates","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-world-creates\/","title":{"rendered":"The World Creates"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The world creates small and impossible things<\/p>\n<p>Something that is and always has been forgotten to others<\/p>\n<p>Things that only exist to those that take turns and watch them grow<\/p>\n<p>Small things that no one can see<\/p>\n<p>Or just things that that have become inconvenient to most<\/p>\n<p>Those that find the world to slow in its turning and too slow to be noticed<\/p>\n<p>Will never see the small things that are being made and frown in the world around<\/p>\n<p>There is always something more than the big things that you can see so well<\/p>\n<p>What of the sunset you see as you quietly sit on a bench under a tree<\/p>\n<p>Maybe it&#8217;s the bird that wakes you in the morning as you lay in bed and smile<\/p>\n<p>It could be smile you get when you have the one person say how much they care for you<\/p>\n<p>The small things are what we miss the most when no one is watching<\/p>\n<p>They are sometimes the beginning of the day<\/p>\n<p>And at other times they end the day on a smile<\/p>\n<p>The world races around itself in hopes that things will one day be better<\/p>\n<p>And yet no one had come to the thought or the ides that the world&#8217;s race is what helps everyone miss the small things<\/p>\n<p>To slow down and see the world as it has always been<\/p>\n<p>Would be something that no one in this world is willing or wanting to do<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The world creates small and impossible things Something that is and always has been forgotten to others Things that only exist to those that take turns and watch them grow Small things that no one can see Or just things that that have become inconvenient&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":366,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14991","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14991","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\/366"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14991"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14991\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14994,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14991\/revisions\/14994"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14991"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14991"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14991"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}