{"id":48310,"date":"2019-06-22T12:18:32","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:18:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48310"},"modified":"2019-06-22T12:18:32","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:18:32","slug":"june-window","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/june-window\/","title":{"rendered":"June Window"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>White and grey vapor, the clouds discuss plans<br \/>\nas they drift in the sky and to some eyes paint pictures.<br \/>\nThe shadows are ink smears of wisdom and rambling<br \/>\nwrit across ground flowers gravel and paper.<br \/>\nLetters with no words and questions with no answer,<br \/>\nthe rules that will bend and the suggestions are law.<br \/>\nWishes and wind whirl in shouts or in whispers.<br \/>\nSharp bushes shiver and rattle and gossip,<br \/>\nvines show their stems but hide their intentions,<br \/>\nwhile trees learn and teach that in silence there&#8217;s brilliance,<br \/>\nand their branches sway slow, leaves green open drinking<br \/>\nthe sun&#8217;s beating bright beams, its burns and its kisses.<br \/>\nAnd the the smell and the heat and the sight and the light<br \/>\nand the air and the touch and the thought are the all<br \/>\nand fullness and absence respond to the awe,<br \/>\nthe love and the wonder that uncover, surrounding,<br \/>\nthe aching that insists to create or to numb.<br \/>\nThe space with no limits and no fixed direction<br \/>\nThe portend of time to end soon or never<br \/>\nThe beliefs, the guesses,<br \/>\nthe convictions, the whatever<br \/>\nthe happy and sad<br \/>\nthe lost, the had<br \/>\nthe girl and the cat<br \/>\nthe car and the crash<br \/>\nthe no and the maybe<br \/>\nthe quiet and loud<br \/>\nthe pills and forever<br \/>\nthe somewhere<br \/>\nthe nowhere<br \/>\nthe found<br \/>\nThe color the sound<br \/>\nThe mystery profound<br \/>\nthe fields, the sky, the wall<br \/>\nIt is nothing at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>White and grey vapor, the clouds discuss plans as they drift in the sky and to some eyes paint pictures. The shadows are ink smears of wisdom and rambling writ across ground flowers gravel and paper. Letters with no words and questions with no answer,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48310","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48310","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\/1259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48310"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48310\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48569,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48310\/revisions\/48569"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}