{"id":64205,"date":"2020-06-27T12:00:38","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64205"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:00:38","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:00:38","slug":"hour-3-i-wake-up-again-at-the-start-of-the-page","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-3-i-wake-up-again-at-the-start-of-the-page\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 3: I wake up again at the start of the page\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"

Three days and four nights spent\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Three years and four decades lent\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

To the unraveling of entwined narratives<\/span><\/p>\n

Mapping each face of righteous dissent\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I write and note, and jot down, and measure,<\/span><\/p>\n

Having sorted through history, I close my ledger<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But I wake up again at the start of the page<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Fazed and undone, I fathom at the mystery\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

At the unruly habit of redoing history\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I scribble again with vigour to map out the mistakes<\/span><\/p>\n

To wake up again to the same bewitchery\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Unlearned and discarded, the stories are forgot\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The struggles bought,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

And martyrs marred,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I labour again to rewrite and remind what was sought\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But I wake up again at the start of the page<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Irked and betrayed, I speak what I sought to write\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Can my voice thunder over this historic blight?<\/span><\/p>\n

My companions have pens, they now write in my place\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But something lurks from the shadows, ghastly and trite<\/span><\/p>\n

We hold on to our pens, our words and our tales<\/span><\/p>\n

But it\u2019s getting misty, blurring the details,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And we wake up again at the start of the page.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Three days and four nights spent\u00a0 Three years and four decades lent\u00a0 To the unraveling of entwined narratives Mapping each face of righteous dissent\u00a0 I write and note, and jot down, and measure, Having sorted through history, I close my ledger   But I wake…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":930,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64205","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64205","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\/930"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64205"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64205\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64264,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64205\/revisions\/64264"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64205"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64205"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64205"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}