{"id":31290,"date":"2017-08-05T09:10:25","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T13:10:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=31290"},"modified":"2017-08-05T09:10:25","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T13:10:25","slug":"tattered","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/tattered\/","title":{"rendered":"tattered"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">when i can\u2019t bear to finish a book<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">because it\u2019s world will close<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">disappear<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the discovery of fertile ground will be over<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">it will be a path that i can always return to<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">but it will never be new again<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">i pause half way thru a chapter<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">save the next moment with a little scrap of paper<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">mark my spot<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">like a stone pile on a trail<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">or if i\u2019ve come<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">prepared<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">i could draw an arrow on a tree<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">i\u2019ll come back to it again<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">piling up half read works<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">half hiked trails<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">on the extra pillow beside me<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">empty<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">without a partner<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a lone traveler <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">until i turn the pages<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">once<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">again<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>when i can\u2019t bear to finish a book because it\u2019s world will close disappear the discovery of fertile ground will be over it will be a path that i can always return to but it will never be new again i pause half way thru&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":995,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31290","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31290","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\/995"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31290"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31290\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31301,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31290\/revisions\/31301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31290"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31290"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31290"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}