{"id":47917,"date":"2019-06-22T11:40:25","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:40:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=47917"},"modified":"2019-06-22T11:40:56","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T15:40:56","slug":"walking-perception-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/walking-perception-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking Perception (Hour 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The raining sun shore green<br \/>\nLazy sex floating in the sunlight<br \/>\ncobwebs stretched between swaying stalks of hay grass<br \/>\nwhere the wind softly touches each spikelet and flag leaf<br \/>\npulling, pushing, tossing life about<br \/>\nlike some random sailing vessel on an ocean<br \/>\nflooding with rainbows.<\/p>\n<p>The voluminous clouds above<br \/>\ngray and purple, bowing behind my shoulder<br \/>\na bending arch of light, multi-colored, streaking<br \/>\nas the crown of the trees shower voices from long ago<br \/>\ncalling, I hear it, but I don&#8217;t know what it is&#8211;<br \/>\nsome feeling ready to explode from<br \/>\ninside me or something I&#8217;ve forgotten and<br \/>\nit&#8217;s waiting for me to find her.<\/p>\n<p>Twinkling light on the underplay of leaves<br \/>\nbustling, rippling like a multitude<br \/>\nof insects feeding, chittering.<\/p>\n<p>In the distance songbirds singing<br \/>\nrejoice for the rising day<br \/>\nsomewhere between where the blue sky meets<br \/>\ncurving horizon, the clouds swiftly pour<br \/>\nover an unknown edge. My footsteps crunching<br \/>\nupon the gravel beneath them<br \/>\nthe grain, the green upon green,<br \/>\nspeckled with golden Sun<br \/>\nI smell you<br \/>\nI taste you in the fluids behind my eyes<br \/>\nI bathe in you.<br \/>\nMy spirit is an ascending orb of light<br \/>\nBringing life to the primeval toils of earthen homeostasis<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The raining sun shore green Lazy sex floating in the sunlight cobwebs stretched between swaying stalks of hay grass where the wind softly touches each spikelet and flag leaf pulling, pushing, tossing life about like some random sailing vessel on an ocean flooding with rainbows&#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],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-47917","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47917","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=47917"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47917\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48102,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/47917\/revisions\/48102"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=47917"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=47917"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=47917"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}