{"id":1562,"date":"2014-08-23T11:07:48","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T15:07:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=1562"},"modified":"2014-08-23T11:07:48","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T15:07:48","slug":"the-winters-breath","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/the-winters-breath\/","title":{"rendered":"The Winter&#8217;s Breath."},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p><span style=\"font-style: italic;color: #404040\">The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour\/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light.\/ To what and to whom does one say<\/span><em style=\"color: #404040\">\u00a0yes<\/em><span style=\"font-style: italic;color: #404040\">?<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>You stumble through the winter&#8217;s breath,<br \/>\nIce cold kisses on rose red cheeks,<br \/>\nFootprints that lead not so much from where you&#8217;ve been as to where you wish you could return,<br \/>\nBut winter is the month of no return,<br \/>\nThe pine trees mourn the melting snow, like a blanket ripped away before it has the chance to warm your feet,<br \/>\nThe taste of &#8220;yes&#8221; is in your mouth,<br \/>\nThat vile, bitter word,<br \/>\nBut all at once both soothing and sweet,<br \/>\nYou will not let it slip from your tongue,<br \/>\nNot until you return to where you&#8217;ve never been,<br \/>\nNot until the winter learns to hold onto its icy limbs for eternity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour\/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light.\/ To what and to whom does one say\u00a0yes? You stumble through the winter&#8217;s breath, Ice cold kisses on rose red cheeks, Footprints&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":53,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[27,10,28,29],"class_list":["post-1562","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-ice","tag-poetry","tag-snow","tag-winter"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1562","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\/53"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1562"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1562\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1580,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1562\/revisions\/1580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}