{"id":24266,"date":"2016-08-13T21:32:04","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:32:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=24266"},"modified":"2016-08-13T21:42:35","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T01:42:35","slug":"hour-10-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-10-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 10 &#8211; Thou Art Awesome"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"ewogkfRn25\"><p><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-ten-3\">Prompt for Hour Ten<\/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 Ten&#8221; &#8212; The Poetry Marathon\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-ten-3\/embed#?secret=zTwZZbpkgV#?secret=ewogkfRn25\" data-secret=\"ewogkfRn25\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>The unity of your oneness is maddeningly\u00a0simple<br \/>\nThe wonderful variety and splendor of everything, which\u00a0is neither you nor\u00a0i<\/p>\n<p>Before everything was, and after nothing is<br \/>\nBefore everywhen and after anyhow<\/p>\n<p>Abstracts that aren&#8217;t, and constructs that are<br \/>\nThe lies of life, the truth of death<\/p>\n<p>The falling of love, and the rising of pain<br \/>\nThe happiness of\u00a0tears, the expectation of\u00a0laughter<\/p>\n<p>Your quarks are cheating\u00a0wheres and whens<br \/>\nThe nebulousness of your nebulaes amaze time<\/p>\n<p><em>Merci<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt for Hour Ten The unity of your oneness is maddeningly\u00a0simple The wonderful variety and splendor of everything, which\u00a0is neither you nor\u00a0i Before everything was, and after nothing is Before everywhen and after anyhow Abstracts that aren&#8217;t, and constructs that are The lies of life,&#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-24266","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24266","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=24266"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24266\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":25246,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24266\/revisions\/25246"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=24266"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=24266"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=24266"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}