{"id":17266,"date":"2016-08-13T10:08:43","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:08:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=17266"},"modified":"2016-08-13T10:32:33","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:32:33","slug":"poem-1-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/poem-1-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Why I started writing..<\/p>\n<p>Collecting hundred of thoughts<br \/>\ncollecting memories..<br \/>\nbut where are they?<br \/>\nAfter years, when we grow old, wrinkled, skinny, blind..<br \/>\nwe forget evething..<br \/>\nonly blur images left in mind.<br \/>\nI started to write..<br \/>\nto save all the moments of life<br \/>\nevery piece of paper shows me the grace<br \/>\nwith which I embrace..<br \/>\ncounting the number of years i wasted<br \/>\nwhich left untasted..<br \/>\nBut now, to give it a meaning,<br \/>\nI write everything..<br \/>\nWhenever, i needed or missed that charm,<br \/>\nI go back to that warmth..<br \/>\nIt gives me joy, power, faith<br \/>\nencourages me to be more brave..<\/p>\n<p>Sorrow, tears, struggle<br \/>\nall comes my way..<br \/>\nBut reading those memories take them away<br \/>\npictures, videos are one of the subsitutes<br \/>\nbut writings re-creates that fruit..<br \/>\nwhat you felt, you wrote and then read, years after..<br \/>\nnobody can take that from you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Why I started writing.. Collecting hundred of thoughts collecting memories.. but where are they? After years, when we grow old, wrinkled, skinny, blind.. we forget evething.. only blur images left in mind. I started to write.. to save all the moments of life every piece&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":895,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1136,441,5,1],"tags":[1260],"class_list":["post-17266","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","category-uncategorized","tag-myfisrtpoemofmarathon"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17266","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\/895"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17266"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17266\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18317,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17266\/revisions\/18317"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17266"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17266"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}