{"id":47085,"date":"2019-06-22T10:16:22","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T14:16:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=47085"},"modified":"2019-06-22T10:16:22","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T14:16:22","slug":"blue-rose-ali","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/blue-rose-ali\/","title":{"rendered":"Blue Rose Ali"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>BLUE ROSE ALI <\/p>\n<p>Born with blue roses<br \/>\ninstead of hair&#8230;angel Ali&#8230;<br \/>\nWonder to behold<\/p>\n<p>Children were afraid<br \/>\nto get close except for<br \/>\nJoey&#8230;ghetto boy&#8230;<br \/>\nThey stared shyly<br \/>\nat each other from afar<br \/>\nJoey knew he loved her<\/p>\n<p>As they grew older<br \/>\nAli loved Joey back<br \/>\nwith silent smiles<\/p>\n<p>Ali couldn\u2019t talk<br \/>\nJoey was a lonely waif<br \/>\nreaching one day<br \/>\nto touch a blue rose<br \/>\nIt fell to the ground<br \/>\nThey were amazed<\/p>\n<p>Ali tried to pull<br \/>\na rose that wouldn\u2019t move<br \/>\nThey were baffled<br \/>\nEach day Joey would<br \/>\ntouch a rose and it would fall<br \/>\nAli loved his touch<\/p>\n<p>Just a few were left<br \/>\nJoey couldn\u2019t help the kiss<br \/>\nIt was magic then<\/p>\n<p>The roses dropped<br \/>\nMost glorious hair fell to<br \/>\nher shoulders&#8230;Joey<br \/>\nstared in awe&#8230;it was<br \/>\nthe color of sun<br \/>\nHer eyes turned blue<\/p>\n<p>They married next year<br \/>\nfar away in a meadow<br \/>\nwhere nobody knew<br \/>\nAli could speak now<br \/>\nand the beauty of her words<br \/>\nWere \u201cJoey&#8230;I do\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A storm arose<br \/>\nInstead of thunder, rain of<br \/>\nblue roses fell down<br \/>\nGuests were amazed<br \/>\nand to this day the meadow<br \/>\ngrows with roses of blue<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9  Diane Morinich<br \/>\n   All Rights Reserved<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>BLUE ROSE ALI Born with blue roses instead of hair&#8230;angel Ali&#8230; Wonder to behold Children were afraid to get close except for Joey&#8230;ghetto boy&#8230; They stared shyly at each other from afar Joey knew he loved her As they grew older Ali loved Joey back&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1113,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47085","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47085","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\/1113"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47085"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47085\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47106,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47085\/revisions\/47106"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47085"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47085"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47085"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}