{"id":57138,"date":"2019-06-23T06:30:34","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T10:30:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=57138"},"modified":"2019-06-23T06:31:12","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T10:31:12","slug":"dreams-deferred","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/dreams-deferred\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreams Deferred"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In response to Langston Hughes &#8220;Harlem&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">Strange enough I find myself thinking of you.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">Sitting here reminiscing about our forgotten fruit.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">The hopes and dreams we had in hopes of a life together.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">Predicting we could withstand any storm together.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">I take your hands into mine to feel your energy.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">Moments I imagine that never happen.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">In reality, you are there and I am here.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">Missing the link to a chain, wondering what will remain?<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">How do I ease the loneliness only you can fill?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">Words spoken but no longer heard, a touch no longer felt, and a presence no longer seen.<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">Am I now a memory of a forgotten dream?<\/p>\n<p style=\"margin: 0in;margin-bottom: .0001pt\">I feel depleted in this dedication to a deferred dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In response to Langston Hughes &#8220;Harlem&#8221; Strange enough I find myself thinking of you. Sitting here reminiscing about our forgotten fruit. The hopes and dreams we had in hopes of a life together. &nbsp; Predicting we could withstand any storm together. I take your hands&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1080,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[3116,3118,3117],"class_list":["post-57138","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-adivinecollectionofchaos","tag-iamhafeezah","tag-sacredightlessons"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57138","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\/1080"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=57138"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57138\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":57157,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57138\/revisions\/57157"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57138"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57138"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57138"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}