{"id":21706,"date":"2016-08-13T15:32:10","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:32:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=21706"},"modified":"2016-08-13T15:32:10","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T19:32:10","slug":"7-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/7-3\/","title":{"rendered":"7"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">She reads a lot.<br \/>\nIn buses and in trains,<br \/>\nin bed and on the couch,<br \/>\nwhile eating and even walking,<br \/>\nat all the times of day and night.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Another &#8211; writes, restlessly,<br \/>\nespecially at night.<br \/>\nBoth prose and poetry, in all their forms.<br \/>\nPrefers the pen, but clicks away<br \/>\non keyboard, if scribbled notes before.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">She cooks.<br \/>\nWith pleasure and with skill,<br \/>\nprecision and experimentation,<br \/>\nforever looking to improve<br \/>\non taste and visual perception.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Another &#8211; eats,<br \/>\nenjoying every bite,<br \/>\nyet rating it. Expecting nothing<br \/>\nless than perfect of the chef.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">She cries,<br \/>\nthough not at happy endings,<br \/>\nbut at uncertainties, injustices,<br \/>\nat loss of beauty<br \/>\nin the world.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Another &#8211; laughs,<br \/>\nat silly little things,<br \/>\nat great achievements<br \/>\n(no, no, out of pleasure!<br \/>\nout of shared happiness)<br \/>\nand at herself.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">They&#8217;re different,<br \/>\nand there&#8217;s so many more<br \/>\nthat I dare not all list at once.<br \/>\nMake no mistake,<br \/>\nI know them all,<br \/>\ntoo well, yet none at all.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">They&#8217;re all together,<br \/>\nnot alone,<br \/>\nwithin myself,<br \/>\nfor they&#8217;re all me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She reads a lot. In buses and in trains, in bed and on the couch, while eating and even walking, at all the times of day and night. Another &#8211; writes, restlessly, especially at night. Both prose and poetry, in all their forms. Prefers the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":639,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[1593,772,192],"class_list":["post-21706","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-identity","tag-love-yourself","tag-self"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21706","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\/639"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21706"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21706\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21808,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21706\/revisions\/21808"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21706"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21706"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21706"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}