{"id":2273,"date":"2014-08-23T15:04:29","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T19:04:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=2273"},"modified":"2014-08-23T15:04:29","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T19:04:29","slug":"the-raging-and-consuming-war-of-the-poetics-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/the-raging-and-consuming-war-of-the-poetics-5\/","title":{"rendered":"The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Part VII <em>(Introduction to the red poppy field)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The mines are buried,<br \/>\nscattered discreetly<br \/>\nin a beautiful red poppy field;<\/p>\n<p>and because red oozes through<br \/>\nthe pores of my skin,<br \/>\nI find myself walking through this field<br \/>\nwithout hesitation or fear.<\/p>\n<p>I ache to smell the poppies;<br \/>\nroll around in their essences,<br \/>\npure delight to escape the rocky trail<br \/>\nI have walked upon for years;<br \/>\nI think I have lived all my life to roll around<br \/>\nin the poppy field \u2013 letting its beauty deceive me;<br \/>\nlike all things beautiful, there must be looming danger..<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Michellia D. Wilson 8\/23\/14 2 PM<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Part VII (Introduction to the red poppy field) The mines are buried, scattered discreetly in a beautiful red poppy field; and because red oozes through the pores of my skin, I find myself walking through this field without hesitation or fear. I ache to smell&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2273","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2273","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\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2273"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2273\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2279,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2273\/revisions\/2279"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2273"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2273"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2273"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}