{"id":33069,"date":"2017-08-05T11:36:11","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T15:36:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=33069"},"modified":"2017-08-05T11:36:11","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T15:36:11","slug":"the-house-where-the-wind-lives","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-house-where-the-wind-lives\/","title":{"rendered":"The house where the wind lives"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-33080 alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3027-1-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3027-1-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3027-1-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3027-1-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_3027-1-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><i>The house where the wind lives<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Has no doors. The windows whisper<br \/>\nTo the sagebrush nestled beneath them:<br \/>\n<i>Hold fast, my loves. Hold fast<\/i>.<br \/>\nBehind the weathered wooden walls<br \/>\nHigh plains stretch langurously<br \/>\nTheir flat bodies supine beneath<br \/>\nThe wide pale sky<br \/>\nMornings, the wind has breakfast<br \/>\nWith her lover, cloud.<br \/>\nCloud\u2019s tendril fingers reach<br \/>\nFor sage blossoms<br \/>\nWhich wind blows across<br \/>\nThe sagging table. She smiles.<br \/>\nCloud shakes his head, and droplets<br \/>\nOf rain fall from his white hair.<br \/>\n<i>This is the house where the wind lives<\/i><br \/>\nHe reminds himself. And smiles back.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The house where the wind lives Has no doors. The windows whisper To the sagebrush nestled beneath them: Hold fast, my loves. Hold fast. Behind the weathered wooden walls High plains stretch langurously Their flat bodies supine beneath The wide pale sky Mornings, the wind&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-33069","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33069","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33069"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33069\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33101,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33069\/revisions\/33101"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33069"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33069"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33069"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}