{"id":57444,"date":"2019-06-23T07:21:35","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T11:21:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=57444"},"modified":"2019-07-02T14:30:12","modified_gmt":"2019-07-02T18:30:12","slug":"poetic-jibberish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/poetic-jibberish\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetic Jibberish"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I close out the world with my headphones<br \/>\nShining as bright red as a tomato<br \/>\nSo I can sustain my love<br \/>\nAnd also read my book<br \/>\nThe lake before me shines like a mirror<br \/>\nThe ripples dance with the wind<\/p>\n<p>My hair is blowing with the wind<br \/>\nDespite my overly large headphones<br \/>\nFrom my bag I pull a mirror<br \/>\nAnd find my cheeks are now red as a tomato<br \/>\nPutting down my book<br \/>\nI tie back my hair with a band that I love<\/p>\n<p>On the wind I hear the voice that I love<br \/>\nCruelly brought to me by the wind<br \/>\nI try to return to my book<br \/>\nAnd coccoon myself again with my headphones<br \/>\nMy whole face now red as a tomato<br \/>\nI see he and his now woman in my mirror<\/p>\n<p>Despondent, I smash my mirror<br \/>\nThis does not attract the object of my love<br \/>\nHe jokes about his woman&#8217;s cheeks now red as a tomato<br \/>\nTouched by the same rough wind<br \/>\nI wish I couldn&#8217;t hear through the headphones<br \/>\nAnd raise my eyes to my book<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve forgotten where I am in my book<br \/>\nBeneath someone&#8217;s feet crunch pieces of mirror<br \/>\nThere is a gentle tug on my headphones<br \/>\nI look up to see the face that I love<br \/>\nI had forgotten how beautiful his hair is in the wind<br \/>\nHis lips red as a tomato<\/p>\n<p>He offers me a tomato<br \/>\nAsks me about my book<br \/>\nComments on the wind<br \/>\nAsks about the mirror<br \/>\nAll I can say is, &#8220;Go away my love.&#8221;<br \/>\nThen I pull back on my headphones<\/p>\n<p>I eat the tomato as into the ground he grinds the last bits of mirror<br \/>\nBack to my book as he walks away to love<br \/>\nThere is finally a settling of the wind and I am shielded by my headphones<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I close out the world with my headphones Shining as bright red as a tomato So I can sustain my love And also read my book The lake before me shines like a mirror The ripples dance with the wind My hair is blowing with&#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-57444","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\/57444","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=57444"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57444\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":59044,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57444\/revisions\/59044"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=57444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=57444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=57444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}