{"id":34849,"date":"2017-08-05T14:44:32","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:44:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34849"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:44:32","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:44:32","slug":"poet-interrupted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/poet-interrupted\/","title":{"rendered":"Poet, interrupted"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>As I write my poem,<br \/>\nAs I probe my consciousness for its buried longings,<br \/>\nAs I meditate on words and phrases,<br \/>\nAs I prepare to compose,<br \/>\nAnd set my fingers to the keys,<br \/>\nThe power goes out.<br \/>\nSuch is life.<br \/>\n&#8212;<br \/>\nWe relocate to the library;<em><br \/>\n<\/em>Enter to a scented breeze of pine wood and paper.<br \/>\nAdorned with maple leaves and festive d\u00e9cor.<br \/>\nMy shoes scuff the carpet as I reminisce on the days of my youth,<br \/>\nRummaging through shelves holding gems with worn covers and stained, wrinkled pages.<br \/>\nIt is here, among the wood smell and the carpet burn and the promise of infinite universes,<br \/>\nThat I first fell in love with writing.<br \/>\nI inhale the nostalgic smells<br \/>\nAnd resume.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I write my poem, As I probe my consciousness for its buried longings, As I meditate on words and phrases, As I prepare to compose, And set my fingers to the keys, The power goes out. Such is life. &#8212; We relocate to the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":953,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34849","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34849","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\/953"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34849"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34849\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35044,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34849\/revisions\/35044"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34849"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34849"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34849"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}