{"id":56703,"date":"2019-06-23T07:40:21","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:40:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=56703"},"modified":"2019-06-23T07:40:21","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:40:21","slug":"22-things-that-arent-as-though-they-were","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/22-things-that-arent-as-though-they-were\/","title":{"rendered":"#22 Things That Aren&#8217;t as Though They Were"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Deep into the canyon, the sun drove its fading light<\/p>\n<p>Between the gathered concrete walls it reached, like some child stretching behind the sofa to get a long-loved toy that has slipped just too far. An inch just too far\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She nestled in the murky dawn,<\/p>\n<p>Shivering.<\/p>\n<p>The night had curtained joy so long,<\/p>\n<p>Lingering.<\/p>\n<p>The cold wind, merciless,<\/p>\n<p>Whistling.<\/p>\n<p>The stars, her only warmth,<\/p>\n<p>Twinklling.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Frigid fingers \u2018round her nest,<\/p>\n<p>Icicling.<\/p>\n<p>The air, itself, held bite,<\/p>\n<p>Prickling.<\/p>\n<p>Many passed her desperate state,<\/p>\n<p>Not noticing.<\/p>\n<p>No comfort came.<\/p>\n<p>But dimly breathed the sun\u2026<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Despite the darkness all around<\/p>\n<p>She knew that night was nearly done.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Repelling thoughts of pointlessness, she stirred,<\/p>\n<p>Lifting notes to meet the dawning hope,<\/p>\n<p>There amidst the frigid winter deep,<\/p>\n<p>Her bare-remembered melody of spring.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Calling things that aren\u2019t, as though they were.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Deep into the canyon, the sun drove its fading light Between the gathered concrete walls it reached, like some child stretching behind the sofa to get a long-loved toy that has slipped just too far. An inch just too far\u2026 &nbsp; She nestled in the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":564,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-56703","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56703","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\/564"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=56703"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56703\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57571,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/56703\/revisions\/57571"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=56703"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=56703"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=56703"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}