{"id":18633,"date":"2016-08-13T10:34:25","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T14:34:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=18633"},"modified":"2016-08-15T22:40:55","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T02:40:55","slug":"in-the-mirror","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/in-the-mirror\/","title":{"rendered":"In the Mirror"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">my birthday stands before me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her finger crooked, beckoning me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">but to where?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">feet planted, but still I race forward<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">vision impaired, or perhaps never clearer,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I see years gone by, a blur<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of light and dark, mostly dark<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">some stop to remind me <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">there was love and laughter<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">tiny feet once ran my floors<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and the sweetest voices knew my name<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">music swells around me, meant to comfort,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a sorrowful sound<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the hand that guided crooked finger <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">clutches my wrist, no mercy<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I\u2019m pulled closer and closer<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to oblivion<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>my birthday stands before me her finger crooked, beckoning me but to where? feet planted, but still I race forward &nbsp; vision impaired, or perhaps never clearer, I see years gone by, a blur of light and dark, mostly dark some stop to remind me&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":822,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[680,193,23,1157,192,48],"class_list":["post-18633","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-193","tag-life","tag-poetrymarathon2016","tag-self","tag-time"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18633","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\/822"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18633"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18633\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18642,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18633\/revisions\/18642"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18633"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18633"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18633"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}