{"id":48801,"date":"2019-06-22T13:02:05","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:02:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48801"},"modified":"2019-06-22T13:02:05","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:02:05","slug":"married-despite-all-odds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/married-despite-all-odds\/","title":{"rendered":"Married Despite All Odds"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone  wp-image-44963\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/annie-spratt-210732-unsplash.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"259\" height=\"259\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/annie-spratt-210732-unsplash.jpg 2993w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/annie-spratt-210732-unsplash-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/annie-spratt-210732-unsplash-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/annie-spratt-210732-unsplash-768x768.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/annie-spratt-210732-unsplash-1024x1024.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/annie-spratt-210732-unsplash-45x45.jpg 45w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 259px) 100vw, 259px\" \/><\/p>\n<pre>Pure and lovely like the little rosebuds\r\npeeking through the dark red roses of gratitude\r\nnext to pink ones of grace,\r\nhe stood ready for his wedding.\r\n\r\nThe zinnias of yellow, magenta, and white\r\nreminded him of those many who had died over the years.\r\n\"First generation\" who had passed before the cure came,\r\nwho should have been celebrating today, yet they were somehow.\r\n\r\nWhite violets flirted with blue violets, \r\nreminding him to keep a sense of romantic fun in coming days.\r\nThe resplendent passion-flower? Well, that spoke for itself, \r\nand he blushed and buried his face in the tulips for a moment.\r\n\r\nToday, this hour, each moment, \r\nhe had longed for and imagined and replayed. \r\nHis wedding,\r\nhis beaming groom,\r\nhis bridal bouquet. \r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Pure and lovely like the little rosebuds peeking through the dark red roses of gratitude next to pink ones of grace, he stood ready for his wedding. The zinnias of yellow, magenta, and white reminded him of those many who had died over the years&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48801","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48801","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48801"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48801\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49001,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48801\/revisions\/49001"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}