{"id":55444,"date":"2019-06-23T01:26:21","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T05:26:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=55444"},"modified":"2019-06-23T01:26:21","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T05:26:21","slug":"2019-seventeen-alexanders-bridge-an-artists-lament","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/2019-seventeen-alexanders-bridge-an-artists-lament\/","title":{"rendered":"2019 &#8211; Seventeen &#8211; Alexander&#8217;s Bridge, an Artists&#8217; Lament"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Alexander build a bridge to Tyre,<br \/>\nI can&#8217;t walk a straight line &#8216;cross the street.<br \/>\nHow am I supposed to be my own empire<br \/>\nof one when I&#8217;m not good enough for wander meat?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I think things like this when others opine<br \/>\nthat maybe I should chart a course in life.<br \/>\nWell maybe all my foes, some of my friends, whine,<br \/>\nbecause a lack of course means lack of strife.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t say I&#8217;d hide from all the fair fights.<br \/>\nI&#8217;d have helped ol&#8217; Alex build that bridge.<br \/>\nBut then again my course don&#8217;t keep me up nights<br \/>\nexcept to wonder what&#8217;s beyond that ridge.<\/p>\n<p>I spose I could have been a doctor&#8217;s lawyer,<br \/>\nnot so much the much-sung &#8216;Indian Chief&#8217;,<br \/>\nand though I could have had everything to want, sure<br \/>\nenough I would have stuck and come to grief.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve paints, and paper, pens, and inks and guitars.<br \/>\nA banjo I call Steve to warm my knee.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve goddesses to write for and paint their stars<br \/>\nand goddesses I want, who might want me.<\/p>\n<p>So next time you see an artist working don&#8217;t think,<br \/>\n&#8220;They could have had so much, how low they fall.&#8221;<br \/>\nLook to yourself, your routine, see if there&#8217;s a brink<br \/>\nto build a bridge to,<br \/>\nif there&#8217;s still time for you to build at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Alexander build a bridge to Tyre, I can&#8217;t walk a straight line &#8216;cross the street. How am I supposed to be my own empire of one when I&#8217;m not good enough for wander meat?&#8221; I think things like this when others opine that maybe I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1052,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-55444","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55444","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\/1052"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=55444"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55444\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":55450,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55444\/revisions\/55450"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=55444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=55444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=55444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}