{"id":48610,"date":"2019-06-22T12:45:36","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:45:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48610"},"modified":"2019-06-22T12:45:36","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:45:36","slug":"prompt-5-holiday-bookmark","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompt-5-holiday-bookmark\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 5\/Holiday Bookmark"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>We've been floating\r\n                            \r\n                            for how long? Hours, but \r\nit no longer matters\r\n                            \r\n                           for the tourists we are\r\nand travelers\r\n                            \r\n                           we pretend to be.\r\nI make an attempt \r\n                            \r\n                           at assembling a sentence\r\nabout an itinerary\r\n                            \r\n                           as remote as the pebbled\r\nrooftops and forgiving \r\n                            \r\n                           root path\r\nwe took to \r\n                            \r\n                           reach the shore.\r\nWe waved off\r\n                            \r\n                           our guide,\r\nwho looked uncertain\r\n                            \r\n                           then splashed his way \r\nto us and climbed in\r\n                            \r\n                           to take over the steering wheel,\r\nhis crooked smile\r\n                            \r\n                           \r\n                           as he did so\r\nreminding us\r\n                            \r\n                           we had no chance\r\nof finding our\r\n                            \r\n                           way back.\r\nWe might just have\r\n                            \r\n                           been another pair of lost\r\ntourists, \r\n                            \r\n                           our sunburned smiles\r\nin a photo\r\n                           \r\n                           from an obliging waitress\r\nthe last\r\n                           \r\n                           anyone\r\nwould ever \r\n                           \r\n                           see of us.\r\n \r\n<a href=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jake-allison-1509737-unsplash-1024x768-2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-48812\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jake-allison-1509737-unsplash-1024x768-2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jake-allison-1509737-unsplash-1024x768-2-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jake-allison-1509737-unsplash-1024x768-2-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jake-allison-1509737-unsplash-1024x768-2.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We&#8217;ve been floating for how long? Hours, but it no longer matters for the tourists we are and travelers we pretend to be. I make an attempt at assembling a sentence about an itinerary as remote as the pebbled rooftops and forgiving root path we&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":59,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1136,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48610","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48610","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\/59"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48610"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48610\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48849,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48610\/revisions\/48849"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48610"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48610"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48610"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}