{"id":26325,"date":"2016-08-14T00:30:53","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:30:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26325"},"modified":"2016-08-14T00:30:53","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:30:53","slug":"16-smoke-dancer-first-line-repeat","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/16-smoke-dancer-first-line-repeat\/","title":{"rendered":"#16 &#8211; Smoke Dancer (first line repeat)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">If I were to sometime see you dance, I know my heart would sing,<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">perhaps once the circumstance, betwixt between and everything<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Never once have I thought it through, but now the ends in sight<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">You creating the maid mist&#8217;s view and me, the wandering knight<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">Some say its better left in dreams, but nothing is just what it seems<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">The dream to you it may seem small, but certain magic enables all<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">From prior lives I know you well but have never seen you swirl<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">I&#8217;d love to share the forest floor with you and join you in a twirl<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">To float about with smoke and sky, to use the heavens as our swing<br \/>\n<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-family: inherit\"><span style=\"font-size: small\">If I were to sometime see you dance, I know my heart would sing<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If I were to sometime see you dance, I know my heart would sing, perhaps once the circumstance, betwixt between and everything Never once have I thought it through, but now the ends in sight You creating the maid mist&#8217;s view and me, the wandering&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":806,"featured_media":0,"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-26325","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","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\/26325","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=26325"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26325\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26336,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26325\/revisions\/26336"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26325"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26325"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26325"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}