{"id":54887,"date":"2019-06-23T00:07:50","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T04:07:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54887"},"modified":"2019-06-23T04:32:25","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T08:32:25","slug":"to-hear-natures-ancient-psalm-hour-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/to-hear-natures-ancient-psalm-hour-15\/","title":{"rendered":"To Hear Nature&#8217;s Ancient Psalm (Hour 15)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The whole of the world is a swelling daydream,<br \/>\na gradual infection festering in<br \/>\nself-sought hypocrisy. Bleeding shadows<br \/>\nfrom behind your eyes, tasting rain-like teardrop<br \/>\nstones caught in your throat. Your voice a silent<br \/>\ncascade of sunset colors, dreaming of the wild<br \/>\nafternoon where trees shimmer in the heat,<br \/>\na purple sweating craze wiped from your brow.<\/p>\n<p>Do you hear the fox&#8217;s gagged voice,<br \/>\nchoking ancient words amid the tall grass?<br \/>\nShades striping, umber eyelids drawn,<br \/>\nwhispering in a demonic tongue<br \/>\na savage song just beneath the canopy.<\/p>\n<p>Can you feel the hungry insects? Chiming in eternal<br \/>\npatience, abundance triumphing over minuscule lifespans,<br \/>\ngiving purpose to all that is discarded, hordes chanting,<br \/>\nheralding the incoming dark, giving voice to the trees,<br \/>\ncrying with the worms to taste the wasteless.<\/p>\n<p>A seething undertow is coiling<br \/>\nthrough branching veins, ascending inside<br \/>\nclimbing trees, and spilling over objecting<br \/>\nstones of forking tributaries.<\/p>\n<p>Shrinking dusk, crawling beneath growing shadows,<br \/>\na fading wound in the skin of night, a watching moon,<br \/>\npale enchanted majesty, swooning divine reverie<br \/>\nin the waters of my being.<\/p>\n<p>Forgotten lore, gives heed to a lost connection,<br \/>\nnow buried beneath concrete security,<br \/>\nplastic convenience, and electronic vanity.<\/p>\n<p>Medicinal relic, an incubating thirst,<br \/>\nold magic calling for blood.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The whole of the world is a swelling daydream, a gradual infection festering in self-sought hypocrisy. Bleeding shadows from behind your eyes, tasting rain-like teardrop stones caught in your throat. Your voice a silent cascade of sunset colors, dreaming of the wild afternoon where trees&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54887","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54887","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54887"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54887\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56431,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54887\/revisions\/56431"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54887"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54887"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54887"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}