{"id":37402,"date":"2017-08-05T18:41:59","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:41:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37402"},"modified":"2017-08-05T18:41:59","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T22:41:59","slug":"hour-10-colours","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/hour-10-colours\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 10: Colours"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><code><\/p>\n<p>You may not realise this, but blind people, even those who've been blind since birth, still have favourite colours. In this poem I try to give an insight into how a blind person can relate to colour. My favourite colour is red. The last colour I remember seeing was the yellow of some daffodils \/ jonquils in a planter outside my family doctor's office in Decatur, GA :)<\/p>\n<h1>Colours<\/h1>\n<p>The tickle under barefoot feet<br \/>\nis green, emerald in the sun, viridian in the shade.<br \/>\nThe skies are blue<br \/>\nsinging with birds and be-anything clouds.<br \/>\nGrey are the paths and brown the park benches<br \/>\non which linger the people you've never met,<br \/>\nthe conversations you'll one day have.<\/p>\n<p>Yellow is the warmth that wraps an arm around <br \/>\nyour shoulders, quiet and happy,<br \/>\nsimple, and simultaneously profound.<\/p>\n<p>Black is the unknown<br \/>\nthe emptiness of someone gone<br \/>\nthe fears we do not like to own.<\/p>\n<p>Pink is a birthday, immediately unwrapped<br \/>\ngiddy with ribbons and party friends<br \/>\nthe kind of day that runs until we're super tired, then ends,<br \/>\ncollapsing into purple shades and closing eyes.<\/p>\n<p>The stories and the dreams, white<br \/>\nthe sheet of paper, the field of snow<br \/>\nwaiting for footprints to bite.<\/p>\n<p>This heart, red like nothing else<br \/>\nthe essence of danger, love and life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>You may not realise this, but blind people, even those who&#8217;ve been blind since birth, still have favourite colours. In this poem I try to give an insight into how a blind person can relate to colour. My favourite colour is red. The last colour&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":964,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-37402","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37402","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\/964"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37402"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37402\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":37414,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37402\/revisions\/37414"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}