{"id":32014,"date":"2017-08-05T10:44:36","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:44:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=32014"},"modified":"2017-08-05T10:44:36","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:44:36","slug":"prompt-2-cohenning","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/prompt-2-cohenning\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #2 Cohenning"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Marathoners are running the race<br \/>\nAnd each ends last anyways<br \/>\nLike they would have if they<br \/>\nRan against time without complain<br \/>\nPoetry is no minute thing<br \/>\nA clock ticks with options at hand<br \/>\nWrite poems or knead dough for a bun<br \/>\nWrite anyways<br \/>\nFor this is sad fun<\/p>\n<p>Poetry is lost in the sands<br \/>\nNo competing for the sea or the shore<br \/>\nThey are sea-shells drowned upside down<br \/>\nFound under sunlight by the way<br \/>\nWrite poems like those, drink wine<br \/>\nLosing a race is fine when deadened<\/p>\n<p>Just let my poems be burned<br \/>\nRoasted metal undone<\/p>\n<p>Compete with none in the marathon<br \/>\nNever stop your cold trustful self<br \/>\nKeep the jug at the edge of the table carefully<br \/>\nAnd see it broken before dawn<br \/>\nA slip of hand or tongue<\/p>\n<p>Just let my poems be burned<br \/>\nRoasted metal undone<\/p>\n<p>Let me judge your poems one by one<br \/>\nAs if it belongs to<br \/>\nA none<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-32548\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/WIN_20170805_17_37_11_Pro-300x169.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"169\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/WIN_20170805_17_37_11_Pro-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/WIN_20170805_17_37_11_Pro-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/WIN_20170805_17_37_11_Pro-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/WIN_20170805_17_37_11_Pro.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Marathoners are running the race And each ends last anyways Like they would have if they Ran against time without complain Poetry is no minute thing A clock ticks with options at hand Write poems or knead dough for a bun Write anyways For this&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":987,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32014","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32014","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\/987"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32014"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32014\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32558,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32014\/revisions\/32558"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32014"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32014"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32014"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}