{"id":32838,"date":"2017-08-05T11:17:25","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T15:17:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=32838"},"modified":"2017-08-05T11:17:25","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T15:17:25","slug":"poem-3-eternity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/poem-3-eternity\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 3: Eternity"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Some people wonder what eternity<br \/>\nlooks like.<br \/>\nI have seen it:<br \/>\nA squat, Mission style building,<br \/>\nadobe red and boxy,<br \/>\nhuddling beneath<br \/>\nblack, fleecy Florida clouds.<br \/>\nInto paneless windows<br \/>\nand across silent halls,<br \/>\npalm trees sigh breaths<br \/>\nno lungs will ever know.<\/p>\n<p>Torches seethe outside,<br \/>\nless tiki and more gaslight,<br \/>\nhissing at wandering spirits<br \/>\nthat flicker in and out<br \/>\nof oily shadows.<\/p>\n<p>Fat and yellow,<br \/>\nthe moon rages,<br \/>\ntoo bright for its size,<br \/>\ntoo small for its significance,<br \/>\ntoo important for its function.<br \/>\nIt does not know it merely reflects,<br \/>\nan echo of what was,<br \/>\npassive and impotent<br \/>\nlike the spirits<br \/>\nlurching through eternity.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>In response to this image:<\/em><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-32836\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Hour-3-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Hour-3-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Hour-3-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Hour-3-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Hour-3-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some people wonder what eternity looks like. I have seen it: A squat, Mission style building, adobe red and boxy, huddling beneath black, fleecy Florida clouds. Into paneless windows and across silent halls, palm trees sigh breaths no lungs will ever know. Torches seethe outside,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":697,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-32838","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32838","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\/697"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=32838"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32838\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":32877,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/32838\/revisions\/32877"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=32838"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=32838"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=32838"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}