{"id":39223,"date":"2017-08-05T23:07:52","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:07:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39223"},"modified":"2017-08-05T23:07:52","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T03:07:52","slug":"tenuous","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/tenuous\/","title":{"rendered":"tenuous"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u201cthe leafbud straggles forth \/ toward the frigid light of the airshaft \/ this is faith \/ the pale extension of a day\u201d &#8211; Adrienne Rich<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">i can not speak, the<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">words stay curled, a leafbud<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">waiting for the sun, my voice straggles<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">from within, banging back and forth<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the reverberation echoing toward<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a locked gate, the <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the key between my fingers, frigid<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">aching for light<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a warmth i know nothing of <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">faith is like the<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">pupil dilated from the shock of an airshaft<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the eyes screaming this<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">this is<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">faith<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">knowing that the<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">sun never sets, becomes pale<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">yes but in truth is an extension<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the moon, a bond, a thread, a<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">promise, never broken by day<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cthe leafbud straggles forth \/ toward the frigid light of the airshaft \/ this is faith \/ the pale extension of a day\u201d &#8211; Adrienne Rich &nbsp; i can not speak, the words stay curled, a leafbud waiting for the sun, my voice straggles from&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":995,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-39223","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39223","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\/995"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39223"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39223\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39234,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39223\/revisions\/39234"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}