{"id":21255,"date":"2016-08-13T15:45:25","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:45:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=21255"},"modified":"2016-08-13T15:49:24","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:49:24","slug":"hour-6-14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-6-14\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 6 &#8211; A Hopeless Friend"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"3KPgXwH1lm\"><p><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-six-3\">Prompt for Hour Six<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" style=\"position: absolute; clip: rect(1px, 1px, 1px, 1px);\" title=\"&#8220;Prompt for Hour Six&#8221; &#8212; The Poetry Marathon\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-six-3\/embed#?secret=kL52ADneVn#?secret=3KPgXwH1lm\" data-secret=\"3KPgXwH1lm\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>My old friend, Sadness, I don&#8217;t recognize him anymore these days.\u00a0For one thing, he&#8217;s been partying too much.\u00a0I go to his place sometimes, but I don&#8217;t\u00a0know his new friends. The music is strange. The smoke stings my eyes. Screams in the kitchen, strange laughter. Sadness\u00a0mumbles something garbled, maybe in some exotic language he&#8217;s picked up. His friends laugh uproariously. I\u00a0smile politely&#8230; the merry bonhomie leaves me feeling stupid and disconnected. As I go away into\u00a0the gentle night, I can still hear\u00a0Sadness&#8217;s twisted laughter entertaining strangers.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px\">Your\u00a0grief is sweet<br \/>\nYour memories are precious<br \/>\nI&#8217;m a good listener<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt for Hour Six My old friend, Sadness, I don&#8217;t recognize him anymore these days.\u00a0For one thing, he&#8217;s been partying too much.\u00a0I go to his place sometimes, but I don&#8217;t\u00a0know his new friends. The music is strange. The smoke stings my eyes. Screams in the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":648,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21255","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21255","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\/648"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21255"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21255\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21978,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21255\/revisions\/21978"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21255"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21255"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21255"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}