{"id":55693,"date":"2019-06-23T02:08:42","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T06:08:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=55693"},"modified":"2019-06-23T16:02:27","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T20:02:27","slug":"being-chased-by-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/being-chased-by-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Being Chased by Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The colors swam<br \/>\nBefore my eyes<br \/>\nPurples reds and golds<br \/>\nKaleidoscopic visions<br \/>\nThat solidified into one<\/p>\n<p>It was her<br \/>\nIn the middle of it all<br \/>\nThe most unattainable goddess<br \/>\nOf beauty, light, and love<br \/>\nAnd she was holding out her arms to me<br \/>\nThe most unworthy of supplicants<br \/>\nTo hold me<br \/>\nTo cradle me<br \/>\nAnd tell me that I was hers<\/p>\n<p>I turned away in fear<br \/>\nI ran far and fast<br \/>\nI saw blacks and greys<br \/>\nI saw the whole world in blacks and greys<br \/>\nNothing could compare to her<br \/>\nNothing would correct my vision but her<\/p>\n<p>Still I ran<br \/>\nI ran fast and far<br \/>\nI ran to the highest mountains<br \/>\nI dove into the blackest caverns<br \/>\nI saw the world in shades of white and shadow<br \/>\nStill nothing could compare to her<br \/>\nNothing was as beautiful as her<\/p>\n<p>I was walking through a field of flowers<br \/>\nOn a windy day in spring<br \/>\nI cried because I could only see white and grey<br \/>\nI turned<br \/>\nMy vision was filled with her red hair<br \/>\nHer porcelain face<br \/>\nHer green eyes<br \/>\nThe swirls of purple and gold on her dress<br \/>\nShe held out her arms to me<br \/>\nAnd held me in a field of daffodils<\/p>\n<p>She had chased me<br \/>\nHer most unworthy supplicant<br \/>\nThrough every trial and and mountain and valley and cavern<br \/>\nShe had chased me<br \/>\nShe healed me<br \/>\nAnd now she holds me<br \/>\nTight<br \/>\nIn arms that I never want to escape<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The colors swam Before my eyes Purples reds and golds Kaleidoscopic visions That solidified into one It was her In the middle of it all The most unattainable goddess Of beauty, light, and love And she was holding out her arms to me The most&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":941,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-55693","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55693","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\/941"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=55693"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55693\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":55695,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/55693\/revisions\/55695"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=55693"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=55693"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=55693"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}