{"id":63223,"date":"2020-06-27T10:57:13","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T14:57:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63223"},"modified":"2020-06-28T07:48:51","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T11:48:51","slug":"recipe-for-coming-of-age-hour-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/recipe-for-coming-of-age-hour-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Recipe for Coming of Age (Hour 2)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Ingredients:<\/strong><br \/>\n1. Courage<br \/>\n2. Dishonest Lovers<br \/>\n3. Dead Friends<br \/>\n4. Years of Recreational Self-Destruction<br \/>\n5. Surrendered Ego<\/p>\n<p><strong>Directions:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>To begin is to fail.<br \/>\nIf you are trying to be intentional with this recipe,<br \/>\nyou will certainly spoil the flavor of its culmination.<br \/>\nYou mustn\u2019t try, you just have to keep participating.<br \/>\nMake choices, have some courage,<br \/>\nbut to get anywhere with this you&#8217;re going to have to mess it up.<\/p>\n<p>Love comes swiftly, or what you think is love, unripened,<br \/>\nyet so enticing you pick it from the branch before its ready.<br \/>\nQuick to taste it, to make it yours,<br \/>\nAnd when you give it your breath, it spoils in your hands,<br \/>\nwilts behind your turned back,<br \/>\nrots out of sight of your bowing head.<br \/>\nPairings will never be perfect,<br \/>\nwhich is why all of them are critical elements to this recipe.<\/p>\n<p>Hearts grow wide as they deepen.<br \/>\nThose who sing a similar song come and go,<br \/>\nor come and stay to share the weight of life\u2019s approach.<br \/>\nFun is had, be generous with its amounts.<br \/>\nDreams are birthed from tender lips, mix them in quickly,<br \/>\ndiscard lesser ones if you have a change of taste.<br \/>\nA place is created, inhabited in the stories unfolding,<br \/>\nwhere fellowship and inspiration are cultivated in a trustworthy company.<br \/>\nDeath appears like yeast rising too quickly in the oven,<br \/>\nlike the white froth boiling over the pot on the stove,<br \/>\nwith the burner set too high.<br \/>\nDeath&#8217;s flavor is bitter and unforgettable<br \/>\nYou will never be the same.<\/p>\n<p>Your appetites will change, diseases and demons will want to feed,<br \/>\nthe reach for true nourishment shadowed by the luster of hollow magic.<br \/>\nAn emptiness that aches to be filled in,<br \/>\nthat makes you believe you can add enough ingredients to satiate the hunger,<br \/>\nYou\u2019ll be stirring this for a long time<br \/>\nbut it&#8217;s consistency will never hold.<\/p>\n<p>If you fail hard enough and long enough at this you might get it right.<br \/>\nYou might end up with humility that connects you with every other living thing,<br \/>\nvoid of any identity that separates you from coexistence.<br \/>\nPerhaps a little more careful with what you crave,<br \/>\naged to taste.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ingredients: 1. Courage 2. Dishonest Lovers 3. Dead Friends 4. Years of Recreational Self-Destruction 5. Surrendered Ego Directions: To begin is to fail. If you are trying to be intentional with this recipe, you will certainly spoil the flavor of its culmination. You mustn\u2019t try,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63223","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63223","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63223"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63223\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76197,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63223\/revisions\/76197"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63223"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63223"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63223"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}