{"id":29131,"date":"2016-08-14T20:47:14","date_gmt":"2016-08-15T00:47:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=29131"},"modified":"2016-08-16T17:14:57","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T21:14:57","slug":"hour-16-a-moment-of-reason","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/hour-16-a-moment-of-reason\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 16 &#8211; A Moment of Reason"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"4VXewgobaG\"><p><a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-sixteen-3\">Prompt for Hour Sixteen<\/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 Sixteen&#8221; &#8212; The Poetry Marathon\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/the-poetry-marathon-prompts\/prompt-for-hour-sixteen-3\/embed#?secret=x21UJf9f3I#?secret=4VXewgobaG\" data-secret=\"4VXewgobaG\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Black leaves against the\u00a0gray sky,\u00a0the breeze cold yet frolicsome<br \/>\nKnowing not what to do<br \/>\nI stood there long, the\u00a0forest ahead dark and deep<\/p>\n<p>Should I go back?\u00a0Find\u00a0somebody\u00a0I haven&#8217;t\u00a0met?<br \/>\nOr ahead into merry insanity?<br \/>\nI saw our selves go..<\/p>\n<p>Ahead,\u00a0I saw ours :.)<br \/>\nElvis going too?!\u00a0<em>Merry\u00a0insanity!<\/em><br \/>\nFind some buddy I haven&#8217;t\u00a0met, or a head?<br \/>\nShould I go back?<\/p>\n<p>The forest ahead dark,\u00a0and deep they\u00a0stood<br \/>\nTheir long\u00a0knowing&#8230;\u00a0not what to do<\/p>\n<p>Black leaves against a\u00a0gray sky,\u00a0the breeze cold yet frolicsome<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt for Hour Sixteen Black leaves against the\u00a0gray sky,\u00a0the breeze cold yet frolicsome Knowing not what to do I stood there long, the\u00a0forest ahead dark and deep Should I go back?\u00a0Find\u00a0somebody\u00a0I haven&#8217;t\u00a0met? Or ahead into merry insanity? I saw our selves go.. Ahead,\u00a0I saw ours&#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-29131","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29131","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=29131"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29131\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":29525,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29131\/revisions\/29525"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29131"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29131"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29131"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}