{"id":36607,"date":"2017-08-05T17:23:29","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:23:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=36607"},"modified":"2017-08-05T17:23:29","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:23:29","slug":"strange-how-beautiful-when-we-are-diaphanous","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/strange-how-beautiful-when-we-are-diaphanous\/","title":{"rendered":"Strange How Beautiful When We are Diaphanous"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Strange how beautiful when we are diaphanous,<\/p>\n<p>a bit of ripped muslin\u2026\u201dFor the Woman Who Danced<\/p>\n<p>With the Ashes of Her Son\u201d from <u>Washita<\/u> by Patrick Lane<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>What makes us strange<\/p>\n<p>is the how<\/p>\n<p>and why of a beautiful<\/p>\n<p>we counted on when<\/p>\n<p>we were young and diaphanous<\/p>\n<p>as first light, a bit<\/p>\n<p>of sun enough to sustain us, a scrap of ripped<\/p>\n<p>muslin<\/p>\n<p>blowing in and out of an open bedroom window.<\/p>\n<p>We sipped at each other\u2019s breath<\/p>\n<p>like air plants<\/p>\n<p>and wondered at our nakedness,<\/p>\n<p>how close to the gods<\/p>\n<p>our perfect skin, our lithe limbs,<\/p>\n<p>yet time makes liars of us.<\/p>\n<p>We have grown old, my dear,<\/p>\n<p>but there are <em>times when I am a questing mole,<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>fierce in my love, loose as anything.<a href=\"#_ftn1\" name=\"_ftnref1\"><strong>[1]<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"#_ftnref1\" name=\"_ftn1\">[1]<\/a> Lane, Patrick. <u>Washita,<\/u> p. 24.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Strange how beautiful when we are diaphanous, a bit of ripped muslin\u2026\u201dFor the Woman Who Danced With the Ashes of Her Son\u201d from Washita by Patrick Lane &nbsp; What makes us strange is the how and why of a beautiful we counted on when we&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":998,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-36607","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36607","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\/998"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=36607"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36607\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":36682,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/36607\/revisions\/36682"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=36607"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=36607"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=36607"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}