{"id":19920,"date":"2016-08-13T19:43:47","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T23:43:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=19920"},"modified":"2016-08-16T21:55:00","modified_gmt":"2016-08-17T01:55:00","slug":"the-fragrant-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/the-fragrant-garden\/","title":{"rendered":"Fragrant Garden"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>A courtyard of dreams<br \/>\nAlive with entwined honeysuckle vines<br \/>\nand ancient roses<br \/>\nMusical sounds of small bright blue birds<br \/>\nand busy buzzing honeybees<br \/>\nDancing and twirling, bold beautiful butterflies<\/p>\n<p>They come to visit<br \/>\nThey come to play<br \/>\nMy fragrant garden of peace<br \/>\nSunlit or Moonlit<br \/>\nA place to read<br \/>\nA place to paint<br \/>\nA place to ponder<br \/>\nA place for solace<br \/>\nA place to be<\/p>\n<p>The darkness came swift<br \/>\nCarried on loud grey heavy winds of booming bomb blasts<br \/>\nFrom beyond the garden walls<br \/>\nScorched earth and burning trees<br \/>\nInvaded and infected all that was<br \/>\nBroken butterfly bodies and wings littered the cobblestone<br \/>\nVines burned and fell<br \/>\nCrushed by crumbling walls<br \/>\nAll became silent<br \/>\nAll became dark<br \/>\nFor hours, for days, for an eternity.<\/p>\n<p>And then,<br \/>\nSomething small moving in tiny ways<br \/>\nHidden behind the mangled dry brush<br \/>\nA sparkle<br \/>\nA tiny twinkle<br \/>\nPerhaps a flame?<br \/>\nA hint and whisper of gossamer wings<br \/>\nA firefly<br \/>\nA source of light in the depths of darkness<br \/>\nA reason to smile<br \/>\nA reason to believe<br \/>\nA reason to be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A courtyard of dreams Alive with entwined honeysuckle vines and ancient roses Musical sounds of small bright blue birds and busy buzzing honeybees Dancing and twirling, bold beautiful butterflies They come to visit They come to play My fragrant garden of peace Sunlit or Moonlit&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":79,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[1407],"class_list":["post-19920","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-hour-four"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19920","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\/79"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19920"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19920\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29553,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19920\/revisions\/29553"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19920"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19920"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19920"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}