{"id":35990,"date":"2017-08-05T16:25:49","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T20:25:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=35990"},"modified":"2017-08-05T19:20:50","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T23:20:50","slug":"the-angel-flies-to-heaven-after-the-composer-sheds-her-sheet-music-by-z-g-tomazewski","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-angel-flies-to-heaven-after-the-composer-sheds-her-sheet-music-by-z-g-tomazewski\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 8: The Angel Flies to Heaven \u2013 after \u201cThe Composer Sheds Her Sheet Music\u201d by Z.G. Tomazewski"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She sheds her tears and rises, wings fully developed-<\/p>\n<p>stepping away from the shriveled, cracked, and dry cocoon<\/p>\n<p>to the edge of the canyon rim, beneath which the river rages-<\/p>\n<p>she leaps, and flies-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Her wings buckle in midair, her body bends over,<\/p>\n<p>but something in her heart leaps-<\/p>\n<p>her body lifts-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Grey clouds loom above through which the sun shines dimly,<\/p>\n<p>releasing a silver mist that blends with the wind-<\/p>\n<p>snowy white pigeons lift from the rocks- the wind<\/p>\n<p>carries their wings in flight-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Light soaks the reddened canyon walls-<\/p>\n<p>the breeze whirls from each pump of the wings-<\/p>\n<p>crisp air- the angel\u2019s plumage of white feathers-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The clouds parted the sky-<\/p>\n<p>the tangled froth of the river vanished,<\/p>\n<p>the canyon beneath descends away-<\/p>\n<p>with each wingbeat the heart thrums-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Her hands stretch to catch the skies releasing water-<\/p>\n<p>a rain arrives to signal the coming of Autumn<\/p>\n<p>washing away the dust<\/p>\n<p>from the birds\u2019 shallow beaks-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Clouds envelop us-<\/p>\n<p>the wind sings and whistles its music,<\/p>\n<p>carrying with its breeze the leaves-<\/p>\n<p>and as she flies, she lets go-<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She sheds her tears and rises, wings fully developed- stepping away from the shriveled, cracked, and dry cocoon to the edge of the canyon rim, beneath which the river rages- she leaps, and flies- &nbsp; Her wings buckle in midair, her body bends over, but&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1010,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35990","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35990","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\/1010"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35990"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35990\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36027,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35990\/revisions\/36027"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35990"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35990"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35990"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}