{"id":63916,"date":"2020-06-27T11:35:00","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:35:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63916"},"modified":"2020-06-27T11:35:00","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T15:35:00","slug":"where-the-music","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/where-the-music\/","title":{"rendered":"Where the Music"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Sandy Lender<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Someone had prayed for peace on Earth, God bless them,<\/p>\n<p>But prayed without specificity<\/p>\n<p>Thus we awoke in July to silence outdoors<\/p>\n<p>Spotify stopped, the airwaves dropped, Pandora closed her box<\/p>\n<p>With Hope locked trembling inside<\/p>\n<p>As if waiting for a measure of sanity to release her<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We looked for the answer in three, four time<\/p>\n<p>While timpani drums throbbed to a different beat<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Our children wept in fear at the solitude, the absence<\/p>\n<p>Song, melody, harmony, tonal blending gone<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019d crushed beauty fully<\/p>\n<p>Muffled it with our hateful shouting<\/p>\n<p>Overpowered the hum of the bees, the thrum of Mother Earth<\/p>\n<p>With incessant complaint and discord<\/p>\n<p>Recognizing our imbalance after a cleansing plague<\/p>\n<p>Left us with only obscene screams<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We looked for the answer in three, four time<\/p>\n<p>While timpani drums throbbed to a different beat<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We took our sons and daughters home<\/p>\n<p>To teach them sense and love again<\/p>\n<p>No matter the personal definition<\/p>\n<p>No matter the political affiliation<\/p>\n<p>We sought the sweet sound of songbirds<\/p>\n<p>To offer sustenance for our souls<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We looked for the answer in three, four time<\/p>\n<p>While timpani drums throbbed to a different beat<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Sandy Lender &nbsp; Someone had prayed for peace on Earth, God bless them, But prayed without specificity Thus we awoke in July to silence outdoors Spotify stopped, the airwaves dropped, Pandora closed her box With Hope locked trembling inside As if waiting for a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1426,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[506],"class_list":["post-63916","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-poemsaboutmusic"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63916","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\/1426"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63916"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63916\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":63929,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63916\/revisions\/63929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63916"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63916"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63916"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}