{"id":22910,"date":"2016-08-13T17:25:17","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:25:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22910"},"modified":"2016-08-13T17:26:49","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:26:49","slug":"9-surrender-image-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/9-surrender-image-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"#9 – Surrender (Image Prompt)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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She breathed life to me by Carter’s mill,
\n<\/span><\/span>beside the walk cradling the edge of the river
\n<\/span><\/span>I didn’t know it at the time,
\n<\/span><\/span>I was full of myself and the future and grandness
\n<\/span><\/span>but I learned, eventually, those are illusions
\n<\/span><\/span>created by ourselves and fostered by others
\n<\/span><\/span>to make life more bearable
\n<\/span><\/span>If I had known it then, perhaps …<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps? No, she is lost to me,
\n<\/span><\/span>except in my meanderings of possibilities
\n<\/span><\/span>and those things I sometimes regret
\n<\/span><\/span>Not the knowing, but the escape, the avoidance
\n<\/span><\/span>I lived and questioned it,
\n<\/span><\/span>foraging for some answer, some explanation,
\n<\/span><\/span>accepting eventually, the acknowledgment of life<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The mill has been gone for twenty years now
\n<\/span><\/span>The river diverted for a power plant installation
\n<\/span><\/span>Yet, that moment still lives
\n<\/span><\/span>There is the spot, the place
\n<\/span><\/span>There is her breath and there is me,
\n<\/span><\/span>as I should have been, not as I was and am
\n<\/span><\/span>He is much more real than what I have become<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

She breathed life to me by Carter’s mill, beside the walk cradling the edge of the river I didn’t know it at the time, I was full of myself and the future and grandness but I learned, eventually, those are illusions created by ourselves and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":806,"featured_media":22865,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[1179,1177,1253,1372,1543],"class_list":["post-22910","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-canada","tag-chowilawu","tag-gislason","tag-native","tag-nikiwan"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22910","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\/806"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22910"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22910\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22954,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22910\/revisions\/22954"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/22865"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22910"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22910"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22910"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}