{"id":63796,"date":"2020-06-27T11:27:04","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:27:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63796"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:27:04","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:27:04","slug":"hour-3-an-empty-chair-sits-by-the-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-3-an-empty-chair-sits-by-the-fire\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3: An Empty Chair Sits By the Fire"},"content":{"rendered":"<hr \/>\n<hr \/>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">An empty chair sits by the fire<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">The wisdom well has run dry <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">The warm embrace had disappeared<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">When the northern compass fails to point <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">Where do we go?<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">Where do we go?<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">No maps or globes can help me now.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">The answers I need aren\u2019t to be found.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">I must step up<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">And sit upon the chair <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">And become the strength <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">The source of love <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">And wisdom <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">A mother<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">Patience, deep breath <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">One, two, three<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">Summon the strength of those before me<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">Summon the love of those before me<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">One, two, three<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p2\"><span class=\"s2\">Love is the answer <\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>An empty chair sits by the fire The wisdom well has run dry The warm embrace had disappeared When the northern compass fails to point Where do we go? Where do we go? &nbsp; &nbsp; No maps or globes can help me now. The answers&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":693,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[3534],"class_list":["post-63796","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-bop"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63796","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\/693"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63796"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63796\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":63815,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63796\/revisions\/63815"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63796"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63796"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}