{"id":39415,"date":"2017-08-05T22:18:15","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T02:18:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=39415"},"modified":"2017-08-05T22:18:15","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T02:18:15","slug":"taciturn-twilight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/taciturn-twilight\/","title":{"rendered":"Taciturn Twilight"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"line-height: 21.6pt;background: white;margin: 12.0pt 0in 22.5pt 0in\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;letter-spacing: .1pt\">Frogs don\u2019t chirp this<br \/>\nStrangely silent evening.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;letter-spacing: .1pt\">Not a peep from my tomatoes<br \/>\nStruggling to please me<br \/>\nMore than last year\u2019s jars<br \/>\nOf deep red succulence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"line-height: 21.6pt;background: white;margin: 0in 0in 22.5pt 0in\"><span style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;letter-spacing: .1pt\">Less steam today.<br \/>\nThe desert deluge passed into Texas<br \/>\nAnd we didn\u2019t see a drop<br \/>\nPeculating for dry clay.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;letter-spacing: .1pt\">Children sometimes play<br \/>\nAnd cry, and scream<br \/>\nFrom the yards next door.<br \/>\nBut not today.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: 'Arial',sans-serif;letter-spacing: .1pt\">No. This silent eve, all but a timid<br \/>\n\u201cShrip\u201d punctuates the stillness<br \/>\nLike any mystery elbow<br \/>\nIn every crowded subway.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Frogs don\u2019t chirp this Strangely silent evening. Not a peep from my tomatoes Struggling to please me More than last year\u2019s jars Of deep red succulence. Less steam today. The desert deluge passed into Texas And we didn\u2019t see a drop Peculating for dry clay&#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-39415","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\/39415","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=39415"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39415\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":39422,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39415\/revisions\/39422"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39415"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39415"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39415"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}