{"id":55350,"date":"2019-06-23T01:11:45","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T05:11:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=55350"},"modified":"2019-06-23T01:11:45","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T05:11:45","slug":"silent-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/silent-night\/","title":{"rendered":"Silent Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">It\u2019s her!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">My splash of paint<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">From billions of years ago.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">My vision of love, of light, of beauty.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">She appeared and I sighed,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">And the rest of you were borne of her.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Again and again, she comes to life,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Not in the usual way, but through me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Divine Love waxes into being<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Then wanes, like the moon,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">And back again, full and plump.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Oh, my Love, my darling Love.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">I alone can make you be.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Me of you, and you of me.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Together, we, in cosmic spin<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Once more will be<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"margin: 0px;font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">Throwing paint at the canvas.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It\u2019s her! My splash of paint From billions of years ago. My vision of love, of light, of beauty. She appeared and I sighed, And the rest of you were borne of her. Again and again, she comes to life, Not in the usual way,&#8230;<\/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-55350","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\/55350","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=55350"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55350\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":55353,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55350\/revisions\/55353"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=55350"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=55350"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=55350"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}