{"id":32363,"date":"2017-08-05T10:39:10","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:39:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=32363"},"modified":"2017-08-05T10:39:10","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T14:39:10","slug":"spring-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/spring-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Spring Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Prompt for Hour Two-<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Under the comforting shades of aspen trees-<br \/>\nMemories wilts and wheatgrass grows taller than the last year-<br \/>\nfragile moments and parched eyes; thistle needles pierced my solitude<\/p>\n<p>We collect dandelions; beyond time and life<\/p>\n<p>We churned corn stalks powder into anesthetic-<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere between your presence<\/p>\n<p>and absence of love; the autumn winds gently blow<br \/>\nwhisperings- bittersweet memories and noises<\/p>\n<p>Like a scent of Wisteria bloom, your absence waits for Spring<br \/>\nThe Crimson sunbeams penetrate the freckled skin-<br \/>\nSoon, popular will also shed their roughened skins<\/p>\n<p>like our damp memories.<\/p>\n<p>The quiet brook will comfort our yearnings;<br \/>\nSoon, we will walk together hand in hand in<br \/>\nSilence-<br \/>\nEclipsed by noises, and absence.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Copyrighted by Ruchi Chopra, 2017.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Prompt for Hour Two- Under the comforting shades of aspen trees- Memories wilts and wheatgrass grows taller than the last year- fragile moments and parched eyes; thistle needles pierced my solitude We collect dandelions; beyond time and life We churned corn stalks powder into anesthetic-&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":947,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[404,2163,410,1045,1399,2162],"class_list":["post-32363","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-lovepoems","tag-hourtwo","tag-memories","tag-solitude","tag-spring","tag-yearnings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32363","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\/947"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32363"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32363\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32510,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32363\/revisions\/32510"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}