{"id":52366,"date":"2019-06-22T18:47:37","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:47:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=52366"},"modified":"2019-06-22T18:53:02","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T22:53:02","slug":"10-dawn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/10-dawn\/","title":{"rendered":"10 &#8211; dawn"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I watch the night, the last concrete piling aging like a book shelf, telling fisherman&#8217;s tales<\/p>\n<p>the fog settling in my bones, I love tis hour, the hush hour, before the world wakes,<\/p>\n<p>though it is damn cold and a warm coffee from the last canteen standing, the<\/p>\n<p>moonbeam its lettering tattered fading from sight, rouses my mind,<\/p>\n<p>the ships rock in their slumber dreaming of the dock, piles of metal rods and<\/p>\n<p>fir trees wait to journey to foreign lands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I watch the night, the last concrete piling aging like a book shelf, telling fisherman&#8217;s tales the fog settling in my bones, I love tis hour, the hush hour, before the world wakes, though it is damn cold and a warm coffee from the last&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1092,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-52366","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52366","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\/1092"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=52366"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":52509,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/52366\/revisions\/52509"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=52366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=52366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=52366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}