{"id":43402,"date":"2017-08-06T12:40:26","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T16:40:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=43402"},"modified":"2017-08-06T12:40:26","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T16:40:26","slug":"new-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/new-2\/","title":{"rendered":"new"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cNo one who survives to speak new language, has avoided this: the cutting away of an old force that held her rooted to an old ground \/ the pitch of utter loneliness\u2026\u201d – Adrienne Rich<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

if i always knew how to say no<\/span><\/p>\n

i wouldn\u2019t always have to be the one<\/span><\/p>\n

the lonely one who<\/span><\/p>\n

survives<\/span><\/p>\n

if we work together to<\/span><\/p>\n

learn to speak<\/span><\/p>\n

our worlds would be new<\/span><\/p>\n

this crafting of a new language<\/span><\/p>\n

that a survivor has<\/span><\/p>\n

when denial of reality can\u2019t be avoided<\/span><\/p>\n

the pain this<\/span><\/p>\n

utter maw of pain the<\/span><\/p>\n

darkness cutting<\/span><\/p>\n

through stripping away<\/span><\/p>\n

the truth of<\/span><\/p>\n

our experience an<\/span><\/p>\n

eternal longing these old<\/span><\/p>\n

wounds have this force<\/span><\/p>\n

to be understood that<\/span><\/p>\n

propels us to be held<\/span><\/p>\n

by a greater Her<\/span><\/p>\n

a god if you will that is rooted<\/span><\/p>\n

like a mighty tree to<\/span><\/p>\n

all that is right and true an<\/span><\/p>\n

ache that is worn down old<\/span><\/p>\n

grooves permeating the ground<\/span><\/p>\n

of our spirit the<\/span><\/p>\n

axis of a universe that will sway and pitch<\/span><\/p>\n

to deliver us safely and free of<\/span><\/p>\n

doubt the utter<\/span><\/p>\n

truth of a woman\u2019s loneliness<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cNo one who survives to speak new language, has avoided this: the cutting away of an old force that held her rooted to an old ground \/ the pitch of utter loneliness\u2026\u201d – Adrienne Rich   if i always knew how to say no i…<\/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-43402","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\/43402","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=43402"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43402\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43403,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43402\/revisions\/43403"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43402"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43402"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43402"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}