{"id":33720,"date":"2017-08-05T12:39:30","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T16:39:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=33720"},"modified":"2017-08-05T12:39:30","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T16:39:30","slug":"prompt4-tug-of-war","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/prompt4-tug-of-war\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt#4 Tug-of war"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Warring love\u2019s flow and\u00a0minds clogged<br \/>\nClippity clippety clop plopped<br \/>\nOn chairs and couches we sit and intone<br \/>\nHearts of rocks, eyes-<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\" \/>dimmed clones<\/p>\n<p>There is no hope for resurrection<br \/>\nNo coming alive in the after-hours section<br \/>\nHaving done for the future our bygones<br \/>\nOn chairs and couches we sit and intone<\/p>\n<p>Why this sudden jerk towards north<br \/>\nWhy the pen instead shoots forth<br \/>\nWhat goes head over heels dropped<br \/>\nClippity clippety clop plopped<\/p>\n<p>Those who hate tonight<br \/>\nWill they love by morning light<br \/>\nFaces they spit on, or to wilt are prone<br \/>\nHearts of rocks, eyes dimmed clones<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Warring love\u2019s flow and\u00a0minds clogged Clippity clippety clop plopped On chairs and couches we sit and intone Hearts of rocks, eyes-dimmed clones There is no hope for resurrection No coming alive in the after-hours section Having done for the future our bygones On chairs and&#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-33720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33720","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=33720"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":33753,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33720\/revisions\/33753"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}