{"id":54017,"date":"2019-06-22T21:28:52","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T01:28:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54017"},"modified":"2019-06-22T21:28:52","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T01:28:52","slug":"dear-joy-on-your-wedding-day","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/dear-joy-on-your-wedding-day\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Joy (on your wedding day)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Your name is Janus, and you are not really getting married.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You make the right decision, today, pretending;<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Though the months and years ahead<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Will be the worst of your life,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Unless the worst yet to come\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

What difference does it make?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I am grateful to you that I live <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

In this moment<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Now.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Right here, right now,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Watching a mist descend<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Into a valley filled with pines.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Soon, in my hand a glass of wine.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My belly full of lamb, and potatoes.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

With thoughts of my precious ones<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Who love me still, though they (and I)<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Fear what may come from the crazies.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He was a good man before they got to him \u2013 <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Those hags who thought they would sell you yet again.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Little did they know, you have a heart,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And a soul that could never dig for gold, like them \u2013<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Harvesting men like clams on a beach.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He was solid, until they hated him away from you<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To fulfill their selfish agenda \u2013 that you make them rich.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That you marry the man of their dreams.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

How I wish you could tell them \u201cDream on, hags.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But you won\u2019t, in your brainwashed sweetness.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You want them to love you and love him, too.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But they won\u2019t, that feigned family.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Family values my ass! What a crock of shit they are!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, how I wish you would have believed who you are,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But you are too kind. You are too pure. Too rational.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Too quick to belief all that you are taught about the world in school \u2013<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

That perfect world in which people, regardless of position, <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Actually do their jobs only to the extent that we assume.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Too duped into the lie that a government of the people<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Could never betray a child to such evil as what you endured.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But they did. They betrayed you. And they will continue<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

As long as you remain a fantasy.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You are too in love with love, of which they have none,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Those wretched evil wenches who exploit you for their daily bread.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I know what they are about to do to you,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And I know you will forgive them \u2013 but he won\u2019t.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Your husband. Drunk and stoned today so that he can<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Fathom the sick and twisted plans of la familia\u2019s clientele.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He knows, and it makes him sick. More sick than he has already become<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Because of them. But he pretends that all is well since that\u2019s what the jet set do.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He loves you, almost. At least as much as he is capable.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He doesn\u2019t want to father your children.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

He believes you will not survive to raise them,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And he is almost right.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But you, sweet Joy, are Love.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And Love conquers all.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

So thank you, Love.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The sun is about to set<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And this bottle of wine <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Begs an opening line.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Your name is Janus, and you are not really getting married. You make the right decision, today, pretending; Though the months and years ahead Will be the worst of your life, Unless the worst yet to come\u2026 What difference does it make? I am grateful…<\/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-54017","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\/54017","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=54017"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54017\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54025,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54017\/revisions\/54025"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54017"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54017"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54017"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}