{"id":49301,"date":"2019-06-22T13:31:50","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:31:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49301"},"modified":"2019-06-22T13:31:50","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T17:31:50","slug":"power-of-three-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/power-of-three-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Power of Three (hour 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-49344\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tumblr_pkxa8yw3o01qaircwo1_1280-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tumblr_pkxa8yw3o01qaircwo1_1280-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tumblr_pkxa8yw3o01qaircwo1_1280-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tumblr_pkxa8yw3o01qaircwo1_1280-45x45.jpg 45w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/tumblr_pkxa8yw3o01qaircwo1_1280.jpg 662w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">In tarot, the three of swords<br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">warns of conflict, sorrow, and heartache.<\/p>\n<p><\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Three sharpened swords pierce a heart<br \/>\n<\/span>at three harsh angles.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Brother. Father. You.<\/p>\n<p><\/span>I can feel the three of swords pulse in my deck,<br \/>\njump under my fingers,<br \/>\nsinging of my past, present, and future.<\/p>\n<p>I learned quickly that<br \/>\nbad things happen in threes &#8212;<br \/>\nand knowing that, doesn\u2019t make<br \/>\nanything easier.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In tarot, the three of swords warns of conflict, sorrow, and heartache. Three sharpened swords pierce a heart at three harsh angles. Brother. Father. You. I can feel the three of swords pulse in my deck, jump under my fingers, singing of my past, present,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1302,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49301","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49301","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\/1302"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49301"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49301\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49352,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49301\/revisions\/49352"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49301"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49301"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49301"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}