{"id":47662,"date":"2019-06-22T12:16:26","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:16:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=47662"},"modified":"2019-06-22T12:16:26","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:16:26","slug":"waiting-soon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/waiting-soon\/","title":{"rendered":"Waiting, soon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Waiting, soon<br \/>\nVirginia Carraway Stark <\/p>\n<p>On this summer day <\/p>\n<p>the day slowly brightening<br \/>\nfrom a constenance of gloom<br \/>\nto one of brightness <\/p>\n<p>hope that I&#8217;ve cherished<br \/>\nholding swaddled and tight<br \/>\nso that it can&#8217;t spread it&#8217;s wings<br \/>\nfly away<br \/>\nleaving me bereft<\/p>\n<p>that sweet butterfly has grown<br \/>\nfrom a dream<br \/>\nto a hope<br \/>\nto a frightening reality <\/p>\n<p>Not everything has to be so hard<br \/>\neven when it becomes clear<br \/>\nthat a madman is writing the story of your life <\/p>\n<p>Only then is it safe<br \/>\nto let it fly away safely<br \/>\nmy hope born on strong wings<br \/>\nknown that My faith is resting strong<br \/>\nWhere once I knew only fear<br \/>\nAnd thought the story of life<br \/>\nWas in the epilogue or over<\/p>\n<p>Now I know<br \/>\nI&#8217;m still drying my wings<br \/>\nlike that butterfly<br \/>\nfree of my chrysalis<br \/>\nbut not airborne yet<br \/>\nsoon<br \/>\nI hear it in the air<br \/>\nI hear it in the sunbeam<br \/>\nThat dries my colorful wings<br \/>\nI hear it in my heart<br \/>\nThat we&#8217;ll fly away together<br \/>\nOur story is barely begun<br \/>\nI can hardly way<br \/>\nTo turn the page<br \/>\nAnd read our next adventure<br \/>\nSo long as we&#8217;re together <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Waiting, soon Virginia Carraway Stark On this summer day the day slowly brightening from a constenance of gloom to one of brightness hope that I&#8217;ve cherished holding swaddled and tight so that it can&#8217;t spread it&#8217;s wings fly away leaving me bereft that sweet butterfly&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[2858,2815,2793,2885,960,53,52],"class_list":["post-47662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2019poetry","tag-2019-poetry-marathon","tag-best-poems-2019","tag-poems-of-hope","tag-starklight","tag-starklight-press","tag-virginia-carraway-stark"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47662","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\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47662"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48535,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47662\/revisions\/48535"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}