{"id":27901,"date":"2016-08-14T06:16:03","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T10:16:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=27901"},"modified":"2016-08-14T09:07:06","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T13:07:06","slug":"horizons-bellow-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/horizons-bellow-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Horizons bellow #11"},"content":{"rendered":"

I would love to call even a dilapidated house my home<\/strong><\/p>\n

but I\u2019m simply a vagrant<\/strong><\/p>\n

(though I do prefer \u201cwanderer\u201d more).<\/strong><\/p>\n

I lack roots, and I cherish nowhere, so I tend to merely roam.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s not as pitiful as the picture paints<\/strong><\/p>\n

since, I tend to see what many miss.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can boast about seeing new-born red speckled crabs<\/strong><\/p>\n

scrambling for the shore line, scuttling like little saints.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Along my journeys countless chubby children (tiny in size),<\/strong><\/p>\n

have ogled in wonder at my tattered overalls<\/strong><\/p>\n

and seashell strewn chain that hangs delicately on my neck.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Their eyes widening with astonishment and envy at the glee hidden in my eyes.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s a life like no other- wearisome yet bewitching.<\/strong><\/p>\n

They miss out on fiery skies blazing with salmon pink and orange<\/strong><\/p>\n

and the devious secrets, frigid winds sometimes whisper.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Textbooks don\u2019t teach languages, like the ones rustling palm trees speak.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

People don\u2019t know the feel of a hard canvas tent<\/strong><\/p>\n

whose motherly comfort protects you, from the cruel elements.<\/strong><\/p>\n

While they dine on \u201cinstant meals\u201d, I eat zesty tropical fruits,<\/strong><\/p>\n

a bite so divine and saccharine. A present.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I use red cherries for lipstick and roasted almond butter for cream.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My perfumes, hand crafted from chestnuts and Plumerias<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have caught and cooked sardines over wooden fires,<\/strong><\/p>\n

Every bite so scrumptious and tender. A daydream.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s not so grueling as one makes it to be.<\/strong><\/p>\n

After all, I have seen an iridescent butterfly emerging from a cocoon<\/strong><\/p>\n

and have touched a baby giraffe\u2019s nose.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I can tell apart a Golden-headed Manakin\u2019s lullaby. Indeed, a beauty.<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And when the night settles in,<\/strong><\/p>\n

the clouds that float aimlessly like deflated balloons,<\/strong><\/p>\n

act like soft pillows for my heavy head to rest.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The stars shining light as if I were an angel- a Bedouin<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I would love to call even a dilapidated house my home but I\u2019m simply a vagrant (though I do prefer \u201cwanderer\u201d more). I lack roots, and I cherish nowhere, so I tend to merely roam.   It\u2019s not as pitiful as the picture paints since,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":729,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-27901","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27901","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\/729"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27901"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27901\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":28900,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27901\/revisions\/28900"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27901"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27901"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27901"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}