{"id":50104,"date":"2019-06-22T15:20:26","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T19:20:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=50104"},"modified":"2019-06-22T15:20:26","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T19:20:26","slug":"prompt-7-rolling-hills-song-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/prompt-7-rolling-hills-song-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt #7 Rolling hills (song prompt)"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><strong><em>Rolling Hills\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>and cedar trees.<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><em>that's our meeting place,\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>where we dance with abandon,\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>running towards each other frantically.<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><em>Rolling down over rolling hills<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>Dancing naked around bonfires<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>you strum your guitar\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>and utter my name\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>and it sounds like a song.<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<strong><em>The sweetest lie<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>the hardest truth\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>both meet here in this moment.<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>I'm almost afraid to admit\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>I'm falling for you.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><em>Our hearts beat wild\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>breaking free from our rib cages\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>with just a touch and a glance.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>You light up the fire in my heart.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>You carve a place for yourself in my soul.<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n\r\n<strong><em>You intoxicate my senses.<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>You hold me close<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>look straight into my eyes<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>bashful and unapologetic<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>Talk is cheap and...<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>baby we're better than that.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<strong><em>You skip the small talk\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>jump straight for the hard questions.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n<strong><em>that's when I fell in love with you.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\r\n\r\n<strong><em>-Janice Raquela Mendonca <\/em><\/strong><\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Iron &amp; Wine - Resurrection Fern\" width=\"640\" height=\"360\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/7TX5ofXR2T8?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rolling Hills\u00a0 and cedar trees. that&#8217;s our meeting place,\u00a0 where we dance with abandon,\u00a0 running towards each other frantically. Rolling down over rolling hills Dancing naked around bonfires you strum your guitar\u00a0\u00a0 and utter my name\u00a0 and it sounds like a song. The sweetest lie&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":897,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12,2114,1136,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-50104","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50104","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\/897"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=50104"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50104\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":50430,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/50104\/revisions\/50430"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=50104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=50104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=50104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}