{"id":65164,"date":"2020-06-27T13:16:27","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:16:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65164"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:16:27","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:16:27","slug":"heart-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/heart-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Heart"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-65162\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/erik-mclean-XMnwOArQ1ak-unsplash-1-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/erik-mclean-XMnwOArQ1ak-unsplash-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/erik-mclean-XMnwOArQ1ak-unsplash-1-45x45.jpg 45w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>\u201cI heart you.\u201d She says,<br \/>\nas he carves into the branch with his dull-bladed pocket knife.<\/p>\n<p>His was the kind of knife a Boy Scout would have.<\/p>\n<p>Only he wasn\u2019t a Boy Scout.<\/p>\n<p>The blade peeled away the bark in small flakes, eroding the trust and innocence of the protective layers.<\/p>\n<p>She remembers,<\/p>\n<p>\u201dI heart you.\u201d She whispers to herself.<\/p>\n<p>Joy in her heart that the tree is thriving even though it is permanently scarred.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cI heart you.\u201d She says, as he carves into the branch with his dull-bladed pocket knife. His was the kind of knife a Boy Scout would have. Only he wasn\u2019t a Boy Scout. The blade peeled away the bark in small flakes, eroding the trust&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":215,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65164","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65164","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\/215"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65164"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65164\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65368,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65164\/revisions\/65368"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65164"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65164"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65164"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}