{"id":56133,"date":"2019-06-23T04:57:01","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T08:57:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56133"},"modified":"2019-06-23T04:58:49","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T08:58:49","slug":"patience-and-timidity-prompt-25-hour-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/patience-and-timidity-prompt-25-hour-20\/","title":{"rendered":"Patience and Timidity  (prompt 25, Hour 20)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Acknowledging \u00a0<em>The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock<\/em> by T.S. Eliot<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Read this in the dawning<br \/>\nWhen the flush of growth sings green;<br \/>\nWhen hope rises up like sap, and<br \/>\nBent age is not yet a fiend.<br \/>\n<em>There will be time, they said, though, in truth, you were afraid.<br \/>\nOh, dare to be brave! Dare to presume!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Pour love into this battered cup<br \/>\nAs sparkling as a diamond ring,<br \/>\nAs dazzling as arpeggios<br \/>\nWhen the heart knows but to sing.<br \/>\n<em>Only if you dare, you challenged, for the yellow fog slides in.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Lift up your face once more, dear one,<br \/>\nAnd see me for what I am, not less,<br \/>\nWrapped in the magic of your tender words,<br \/>\nBudding like trust within my breast.<br \/>\n<em>Disturb the universe, while there is time! Dare to be brave, for time will not reverse, I said.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I cradle your truth beneath my wings<br \/>\nWhether you bid me leave or stay.<br \/>\nConsider it a gift, my penance<br \/>\nFor all I lost, for all we threw away.<br \/>\n<em>You\u2019ve always known you may presume,my Lazarus, so please begin before I\u2019m dead.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Though few look back at the end of life,<br \/>\nTo acknowledge the chaos that they made,<br \/>\nI am bold. Forgive, and take this grizzled hand<br \/>\nIn peace, content and unafraid.<br \/>\n<em>The moment of your greatness didn\u2019t flicker as you feared. Was it worth it after all?<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Or was that not it at all?<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Acknowledging \u00a0The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot &nbsp; Read this in the dawning When the flush of growth sings green; When hope rises up like sap, and Bent age is not yet a fiend. There will be time, they said, though,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1075,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[3294,3293,3291,3292],"class_list":["post-56133","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-dare","tag-eliot","tag-penance","tag-prufrock"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56133","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\/1075"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56133"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56133\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":56594,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56133\/revisions\/56594"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56133"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56133"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56133"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}