{"id":17722,"date":"2016-08-13T09:31:20","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T13:31:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=17722"},"modified":"2016-08-13T14:46:54","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:46:54","slug":"poem-1-endings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/poem-1-endings\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 1: Endings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Funny how at the beginning<br \/>\nYou can\u00a0find an end,<br \/>\nShining like recycled gold<br \/>\nOr the afterbirth<br \/>\nOf something long, strenuous,<br \/>\nAnd possibly inadvisable.<\/p>\n<p>When you find the end,<br \/>\nYou can place it with great delicateness<br \/>\nOn your finger.<br \/>\nIt may fit there, snugly,<br \/>\nSparkling into the eyes of those<br \/>\nWilling to see.<\/p>\n<p>I lived the end.<br \/>\nOnce, when I was thirty-one,<br \/>\nJust one year after getting married<br \/>\nAnd earning a masterful degree.<br \/>\nBut those things, too, ended,<br \/>\nAnd hospital beds\u00a0grew cold.<\/p>\n<p>A bang or a whimper?<br \/>\nFire or ice?<br \/>\nSlouching or sprinting with<br \/>\nObscene\u00a0alacrity?<br \/>\nOr perhaps with gentle, escalating doses of<br \/>\nProzac and novelty?<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-17826\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20140719_192547_059-300x169.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_20140719_192547_059\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20140719_192547_059-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20140719_192547_059-768x433.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_20140719_192547_059-1024x577.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Funny how at the beginning You can\u00a0find an end, Shining like recycled gold Or the afterbirth Of something long, strenuous, And possibly inadvisable. When you find the end, You can place it with great delicateness On your finger. It may fit there, snugly, Sparkling into&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":697,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17722","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17722","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\/697"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17722"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17722\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21316,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17722\/revisions\/21316"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}