{"id":42970,"date":"2017-08-06T08:19:55","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T12:19:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=42970"},"modified":"2017-08-06T20:48:24","modified_gmt":"2017-08-07T00:48:24","slug":"thoughts-on-the-passing-of-the-storm-hour-24","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/thoughts-on-the-passing-of-the-storm-hour-24\/","title":{"rendered":"Thoughts on the Passing of the Storm (Hour 24)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Returning to thoughts of moist earth,<br \/>\nthe thunderstorm has come and went,<br \/>\nIts smell hinted before the first poem I wrote<br \/>\nAnd now here, composing the last poem for this day,<br \/>\nI write of the puddles it left outside my window.<\/p>\n<p>I write for the heavy boughs of drenched leaves,<br \/>\na deeper green awakened by the adorning droplets of water.<br \/>\nI write of the daybreak, still blue and grey,<br \/>\ncloaking every familiar shape I can detect,<br \/>\nEverything that stands outside is wet,<br \/>\ncool, dripping, awaiting the rise of the sun.<\/p>\n<p>For a storm did come,<br \/>\nand it sloshed its thunder across 24 pages,<br \/>\nDrenching each hour with romantic saturation,<br \/>\nAnd like the nature outside my window<br \/>\nMy mind is wet,<br \/>\ncool, dripping in blotches of ink, awaiting the rise of the sun.<\/p>\n<p>I write for the circular pools of sky scattered across the ground,<br \/>\nCrystal clear rainwaters reflecting the morning clouds,<br \/>\nThat when angling my sight just right, they only refract emitting morning light,<br \/>\nAnd so I see streaks of silver waterlight shining across the ground.<\/p>\n<p>And in my head there just might,<br \/>\ncatch shimmer a few ounces of streaking light,<br \/>\nenough to capture an idea worthy enough to write,<br \/>\nAnd appreciate the storm that was here.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Returning to thoughts of moist earth, the thunderstorm has come and went, Its smell hinted before the first poem I wrote And now here, composing the last poem for this day, I write of the puddles it left outside my window. I write for the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-42970","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\/42970","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=42970"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42970\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43472,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42970\/revisions\/43472"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=42970"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=42970"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=42970"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}