{"id":47706,"date":"2019-06-22T11:13:22","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:13:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=47706"},"modified":"2019-06-22T11:13:22","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:13:22","slug":"the-passenger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-passenger\/","title":{"rendered":"The Passenger"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The whispers on the wind speak<\/p>\n<p>I do not understand<\/p>\n<p>The rolling waves of the river muttering from the depths<\/p>\n<p>I strain to catch the words<\/p>\n<p>Singing, singing, singing<\/p>\n<p>The birds are singing<\/p>\n<p>Death has taken one of their own<\/p>\n<p>The cycle continues<\/p>\n<p>I cannot hear it.<\/p>\n<p>Life all around me<\/p>\n<p>Death snuffs one out<\/p>\n<p>The cycle continues<\/p>\n<p>And yet I am deaf to it<\/p>\n<p>The sun streams down<\/p>\n<p>lighting up the leaves of the trees in a golden green<\/p>\n<p>But I cannot see, not really see, what is happening in the shadows<\/p>\n<p>What have I become, a passenger in this world, watching from the window,<\/p>\n<p>from the train<\/p>\n<p>from the street<\/p>\n<p>All life happens when you are not looking<\/p>\n<p>But with your eyes, with your ears, you try to catch it all as it goes by<\/p>\n<p>Even then it is sometimes not enough<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-47795\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Photo-Sep-18-10-46-01-AM-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Photo-Sep-18-10-46-01-AM-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Photo-Sep-18-10-46-01-AM-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Photo-Sep-18-10-46-01-AM-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The whispers on the wind speak I do not understand The rolling waves of the river muttering from the depths I strain to catch the words Singing, singing, singing The birds are singing Death has taken one of their own The cycle continues I cannot&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1226,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47706","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47706","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\/1226"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=47706"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47706\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":47800,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47706\/revisions\/47800"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47706"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47706"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47706"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}