{"id":64777,"date":"2020-06-27T20:29:44","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:29:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=64777"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:29:44","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:29:44","slug":"forever-bound-hour-four-a-hall-of-mirrors-haynaku","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/forever-bound-hour-four-a-hall-of-mirrors-haynaku\/","title":{"rendered":"Forever Bound (Hour Four, A Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Forever Bound<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n

Grief<\/span><\/p>\n

is like<\/span><\/p>\n

a rusty chain<\/span><\/p>\n

wrapped tightly ’round<\/span><\/p>\n

a tree<\/span><\/p>\n

trunk,<\/span><\/p>\n

slowly<\/span><\/p>\n

sinking deeper<\/span><\/p>\n

into the wood,<\/span><\/p>\n

weighing heavy on<\/span><\/p>\n

our hearts,<\/span><\/p>\n

suffocating,<\/span><\/p>\n

stealing<\/span><\/p>\n

the light<\/span><\/p>\n

from our eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

and the oxygen<\/span><\/p>\n

from our<\/span><\/p>\n

lungs,<\/span><\/p>\n

until<\/span><\/p>\n

one day<\/span><\/p>\n

we awake, only<\/span><\/p>\n

to discover we<\/span><\/p>\n

can breathe<\/span><\/p>\n

again,<\/span><\/p>\n

for<\/span><\/p>\n

the chain<\/span><\/p>\n

has grown to<\/span><\/p>\n

become a permanent<\/span><\/p>\n

part of<\/span><\/p>\n

us.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

(A hay(na)ku is a three line poem where the only rule is that the first line is made up of one word, the second line of two words, and the third line of three words. A reverse hay(na)ku is a three line poem composed in the opposite manner, so line one would be three words, line two is two words, and line three would be just one word. During the 2019 Poetry Marathon, I combined these two styles to create what I called the “mirror hay(na)ku”. This time, I have taken things a step further with the “Hall of Mirrors Hay(na)ku”, which is composed of five separate mirror hay(na)ku stanzas.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Forever Bound Grief is like a rusty chain wrapped tightly ’round a tree trunk, slowly sinking deeper into the wood, weighing heavy on our hearts, suffocating, stealing the light from our eyes and the oxygen from our lungs, until one day we awake, only to…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1212,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-64777","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64777","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\/1212"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=64777"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64777\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71066,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/64777\/revisions\/71066"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=64777"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=64777"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=64777"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}