{"id":51321,"date":"2019-06-22T16:52:03","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T20:52:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51321"},"modified":"2019-06-22T16:54:08","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T20:54:08","slug":"pine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/pine\/","title":{"rendered":"Pine"},"content":{"rendered":"

Christmas smells like this sometimes in homes of<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

wretched women, jealous of my mother.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Those who would be \u201cfoul defacers <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

of God\u2019s handiwork.\u201d Such \u201cexcellent grand <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

tyrants of the earth! They reigned in galled eyes.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My \u201cweeping soul.\u201d They chase me to my grave. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Yet still, their homes do smell like this fresh pine<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

on days they call my blessed births their own.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

They laugh, and celebrate that I, alone,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Am not with love \u2013 my loves, they stole from me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

How I resent that they exist within<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My stratosphere! My world is peace and love.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Their world is strange\u2026 those cunt brained scheming hags!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

They stole my Christmas cheer from me and mine.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I pine for my sweet loves, my angel babes,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

each day their wretched world distorts the truth.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I am alone, an only child of two<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

whose love the Nazi horde deplored.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh faith! Christmas smells like this sometimes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Christmas smells like this sometimes in homes of wretched women, jealous of my mother. Those who would be \u201cfoul defacers of God\u2019s handiwork.\u201d Such \u201cexcellent grand tyrants of the earth! They reigned in galled eyes.\u201d My \u201cweeping soul.\u201d They chase me to my grave. Yet…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":189,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-51321","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\/51321","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\/189"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=51321"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51321\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":51344,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51321\/revisions\/51344"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51321"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51321"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51321"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}