{"id":51757,"date":"2019-06-22T18:29:16","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:29:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=51757"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:29:16","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:29:16","slug":"hour-09-06-30-07-30am-prompt-book-title-extras","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/hour-09-06-30-07-30am-prompt-book-title-extras\/","title":{"rendered":"(Hour 09) 06.30-07.30am. PROMPT, book title (+ extras)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>As luck would have it.<\/b><\/p>\n<p>The atlas of us.<br \/>\nOur souls at night.<br \/>\nOne of us is lying.<\/p>\n<p>Look into my eyes.<br \/>\nA thousand pieces of you.<br \/>\nYou are not so smart.<\/p>\n<p>Those who leave &amp; those who stay.<\/p>\n<p>Everything you need.<br \/>\nWhen you reach me.<br \/>\nWe are called to rise.<\/p>\n<p>All I ever wanted.<br \/>\nIf I forget you.<br \/>\nThe reason I jump.<\/p>\n<p>I hope they serve beer in hell.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-52254\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/beerheart-1080x675-300x188.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"188\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/beerheart-1080x675-300x188.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/beerheart-1080x675-768x480.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/beerheart-1080x675-1024x640.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/beerheart-1080x675.jpg 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Just to spice things up, I played a couple of wee little games here. <\/em><br \/>\n<em>ALL these are book titles on my shelves ATM. <\/em><br \/>\n<em>ALL have a pronoun in the title (except ironically, the title). <\/em><br \/>\n<em>&amp; cos I didn&#8217;t quite nail the sevenling in the prompt before &#8212; this is a FOURTEENLING (or double sevenling hahahaha)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As luck would have it. The atlas of us. Our souls at night. One of us is lying. Look into my eyes. A thousand pieces of you. You are not so smart. Those who leave &amp; those who stay. Everything you need. When you reach&#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-51757","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\/51757","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=51757"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51757\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52284,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/51757\/revisions\/52284"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=51757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=51757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=51757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}