{"id":37233,"date":"2017-08-05T18:21:24","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:21:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37233"},"modified":"2017-08-10T18:58:19","modified_gmt":"2017-08-10T22:58:19","slug":"from-here-to-there-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/from-here-to-there-2\/","title":{"rendered":"From Here to There"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ears burn inside.<br \/>\nTrying to heal.<br \/>\nMy head frets,<br \/>\nLike a dry guitar,<br \/>\n&#8220;What&#8217;s it like getting old?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Fat puddles in the mirror.<br \/>\nUgly? I don&#8217;t know.<br \/>\nPretty is as<br \/>\npretty rare, really.<\/p>\n<p>There it is.<br \/>\n90 seconds closer.<br \/>\nI never knew my clock<br \/>\ncould do that.<\/p>\n<p>Phone clock.<br \/>\nPhone game.<br \/>\nPhone everything.<\/p>\n<p>The phone, the phone, the phone.<\/p>\n<p>Bill.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Tired of the big bill?&#8221;<br \/>\nThey ask.<br \/>\n&#8220;Tired of all your bullshit!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Tired of the fight.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s a tired fight.<br \/>\nFight or flight?<\/p>\n<p>Tired of them!<\/p>\n<p>Them, them, them!<br \/>\n(Crazy ass brazen liars!) THEM!<br \/>\nFear them! No, THEM!<br \/>\nWhat might they do next?<\/p>\n<p>Tired of my rubber neck<br \/>\nsprained to the latterly<br \/>\nhateful view.<\/p>\n<p>Why should I care?<br \/>\nThe skies are blue.<br \/>\nand the tree in the distance<\/p>\n<p>Waves.<\/p>\n<p>A pine trie,<br \/>\nElfin hands,<br \/>\nSeeing me.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHellow,\u201d says he.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHello. I see you;<br \/>\nYes, I\u2019m blest to see you,\u201d<br \/>\nI smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSay hello to the one below.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>White Goddess&#8217;<br \/>\npetals whisper a<br \/>\ngambol on the breeze.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHalloq!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hellow, if you please.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Ah, whee! White butterfly,<br \/>\nAll flaw away<br \/>\nWhen she spake.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She spoke.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ears burn inside. Trying to heal. My head frets, Like a dry guitar, &#8220;What&#8217;s it like getting old?&#8221; Fat puddles in the mirror. Ugly? I don&#8217;t know. Pretty is as pretty rare, really. There it is. 90 seconds closer. I never knew my clock could&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37233","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37233"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44055,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37233\/revisions\/44055"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}