{"id":49644,"date":"2019-06-22T17:30:25","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:30:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49644"},"modified":"2019-06-22T17:33:57","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T21:33:57","slug":"hour-06-03-30-04-30am-prompt-stuck-in-a-very-small-place-actual-or-metaphorical","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-06-03-30-04-30am-prompt-stuck-in-a-very-small-place-actual-or-metaphorical\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 06) 03.30-04.30am. PROMPT, stuck in a very small place, actual or metaphorical"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>sentence<\/b><\/p>\n<p>many are the days my grief &amp; i<br \/>\nwish to simply curbkick company<br \/>\nlock all the doors draw closed the curtains<br \/>\nkeep out as much of the cold as we can<br \/>\ncuddle the past under the doona<br \/>\nas we slide between the covers<br \/>\nto trap ourselves in another world<br \/>\ntill all track of time is gleefully lost<br \/>\nonly emerging from our paper prison<br \/>\nbreak the bars of my textual cage<br \/>\nto piss as infrequently as bladderly possible<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\"><br \/>\n<\/span>then rapidly reincarcerating imagination<br \/>\nuntil the final phrase, the last line leaps<br \/>\nbreaks free from the final page<br \/>\nfireworking the final neurons in our brain<br \/>\nbefore slumbercrawling back into the world<br \/>\ngrief wrangled, mollified, appeased for another day<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-51666\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/06-sentence-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/06-sentence-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/06-sentence.jpg 710w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>sentence many are the days my grief &amp; i wish to simply curbkick company lock all the doors draw closed the curtains keep out as much of the cold as we can cuddle the past under the doona as we slide between the covers to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":360,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-49644","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49644","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\/360"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49644"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49644\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51670,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49644\/revisions\/51670"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49644"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49644"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49644"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}