{"id":63482,"date":"2020-06-27T11:42:10","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:42:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63482"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:42:10","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:42:10","slug":"double-star-3rd-hour-2020","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/double-star-3rd-hour-2020\/","title":{"rendered":"Double Star (3rd hour 2020)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I traveled through the phases of the moon just to be with you<\/p>\n<p>Sorted myself through the stars and the zodiacs as Orion tried to trap me with his belt<\/p>\n<p>And Scorpio does what it must as it thrusted its stinger at my heart<\/p>\n<p>Cupid wanted no part in this<\/p>\n<p>He turned with his wings and flew beyond the Celestial bliss<\/p>\n<p>I wrangled Taurus down to the asterism of the big dipper and we both drowned our sorrows there<\/p>\n<p>Like all things, this infuriated Aries<\/p>\n<p>He rammed his head into my body and pushed me out of my melancholy<\/p>\n<p>The apathetic Libra just laughed<\/p>\n<p>While the conjoined twins of drama and comedy pulled me apart<\/p>\n<p>and flung pieces of me to the limb<\/p>\n<p>The gentle maiden of the Equinox gathered my remains<\/p>\n<p>and sewn me back together using her grains<\/p>\n<p>Aquarius and Pieces stood by and shooed the crab and lion away from my still life<\/p>\n<p>While a sure-footed goat with a fish tail opened my eyes<\/p>\n<p>Bailey&#8217;s Beads was but a touch nearby<\/p>\n<p>Where our love and embraces became lies<\/p>\n<p>I thought to wrong some rights and set my sights to go<\/p>\n<p>and braced myself upon the archer&#8217;s arrow as he pulled back his bow<\/p>\n<p>I traveled through the constellations for me<\/p>\n<p>In that century, I knew of physical pain<\/p>\n<p>But there was far more torture when your love pulled away<\/p>\n<p>Star-crossed lovers, binary as we could be<\/p>\n<p>Now each of us plummeting in our own galaxies<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I traveled through the phases of the moon just to be with you Sorted myself through the stars and the zodiacs as Orion tried to trap me with his belt And Scorpio does what it must as it thrusted its stinger at my heart Cupid&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1120,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-63482","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63482","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\/1120"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63482"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63482\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64042,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63482\/revisions\/64042"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63482"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63482"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63482"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}