{"id":24205,"date":"2016-08-13T20:06:16","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:06:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24205"},"modified":"2016-08-13T20:13:49","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T00:13:49","slug":"talking-to-the-spirits","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/talking-to-the-spirits\/","title":{"rendered":"Talking To The Spirits"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-24454\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_2390-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_2390\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_2390-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_2390-45x45.jpg 45w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/>Yes, I talk to the dead&#8230;<\/strong><br \/>\nWell, they talk to me!<br \/>\nSince I was a child;<br \/>\nAs far as I can recall.<br \/>\nI talked to a 6-year-old;<br \/>\nShe said she drowned.<br \/>\nI was 9-years-old&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><strong>I made her mother cry.<\/strong><br \/>\nShe said, I gave her hope.<br \/>\nI didn&#8217;t know how.<br \/>\nAnd even before,<br \/>\nWhen Uncle Pete went to heaven.<br \/>\nI saw him standing near,<br \/>\nLooking fine.<br \/>\nI wondered why, at age 7;<br \/>\n<strong>People kiss a big wood box.<\/strong><br \/>\nUncle Pete was supposed to be inside.<br \/>\nWhen I was older,<br \/>\nSeeing them&#8230;<br \/>\nHearing them&#8230;<br \/>\nScared me.<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t know why.<br \/>\nI talked to them before.<br \/>\nAs an adult,<br \/>\nI was urged to go professional.<br \/>\nHelp others connect&#8230;<br \/>\n<strong>I still make people cry,<\/strong><br \/>\nJust to hear from a parent&#8230;<br \/>\nOr a child.<br \/>\nNow I understand.<br \/>\n<strong>I talk to dead people&#8230;<\/strong><br \/>\nThey aren&#8217;t really dead.<br \/>\nI know.<br \/>\nI hear.<br \/>\nI see<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yes, I talk to the dead&#8230; Well, they talk to me! Since I was a child; As far as I can recall. I talked to a 6-year-old; She said she drowned. I was 9-years-old&#8230; I made her mother cry. She said, I gave her hope&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":745,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,12],"tags":[1833,1832,1830,1831],"class_list":["post-24205","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-musings","tag-crying","tag-dead-people","tag-medium","tag-psychic"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24205","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\/745"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=24205"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24205\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":24458,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24205\/revisions\/24458"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24205"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24205"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24205"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}