{"id":32344,"date":"2017-08-05T10:25:52","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:25:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=32344"},"modified":"2017-08-05T10:31:18","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:31:18","slug":"hour-two-yearnings-another-day-another-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-two-yearnings-another-day-another-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour two yearnings &#8220;Another Day Another Night.&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>02 2017 poetry marathon<\/p>\n<p>prompt: yearnings<\/p>\n<p>Another Day, Another Night<br \/>\nby Paul Sanford<\/p>\n<p>I meet a lot of total strangers at the comedy open mics.<br \/>\nMost of them are fifty years younger than I am.<\/p>\n<p>Last night I dragged my aged bones out across the toll bridge<br \/>\nthe billion dollar monument to the ego of the architect<br \/>\nwith its hundreds of custom made five sided light poles<\/p>\n<p>The other performers were unfamiliar to me,<br \/>\nan unsorted gaggle of beginners, both serious and crazed.<\/p>\n<p>One petite older woman &#8211; my age &#8211; spoke in poetic images<br \/>\nin an amusing way.<br \/>\nI couldn\u2019t help noticing that she was  attractive and eccentric.<br \/>\nJust my type.<\/p>\n<p>I formulated a vague plan of meeting her,<br \/>\neven though she seemed guarded and lonely,<br \/>\nso I contrived to take the empty seat next to hers<br \/>\nwhile she was up and about.<\/p>\n<p>A younger woman would have given me a smile and welcomed me,<br \/>\nthe harmless grandfatherly figure,<br \/>\nbut this pixie stared straight ahead,<br \/>\ncareful to give no clue that she noticed me.<\/p>\n<p>It was as awkward as riding on the school bus to Jr. Hi.<\/p>\n<p>I am always surprised to find I still have yearnings to find a mate,<br \/>\neven though my indolent life and low energy elderly body do not attract flocks of admirers.<\/p>\n<p>I  long for the past decades in which I was ambitious,<br \/>\nimpatient, snorting at the gate with a yearning to do all sorts of things.<\/p>\n<p>Now my medication has all that craziness put away in moth balls,<br \/>\nand I sleep a lot.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>02 2017 poetry marathon prompt: yearnings Another Day, Another Night by Paul Sanford I meet a lot of total strangers at the comedy open mics. Most of them are fifty years younger than I am. Last night I dragged my aged bones out across the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":736,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32344","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32344","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\/736"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32344"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32344\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32355,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32344\/revisions\/32355"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32344"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32344"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32344"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}