{"id":65221,"date":"2020-06-27T13:35:27","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:35:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65221"},"modified":"2020-06-28T04:59:47","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T08:59:47","slug":"this-old-carved-heart-hour-5-prompt-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/this-old-carved-heart-hour-5-prompt-5\/","title":{"rendered":"This Old Carved Heart &#8211; hour 5, prompt 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: left\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-65588\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56-300x200.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56-300x200.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56-480x320.png 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot-2020-06-27-18.03.56.png 668w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>This old\u00a0carved heart<\/p>\n<p>sappy, bleeding part<\/p>\n<p>from unhealed wounds<\/p>\n<p>and unmet needs.<\/p>\n<p>Or wretched heart<\/p>\n<p>love once anew<\/p>\n<p>now grows dull<\/p>\n<p>and withered too.<\/p>\n<p>The sap, like tears<\/p>\n<p>our hopes and dreams<\/p>\n<p>turn into fears<\/p>\n<p>days turn years<\/p>\n<p>house in arrears<\/p>\n<p>homeless in cars<\/p>\n<p>celing\u2019s the stars.<\/p>\n<p>Be still, old heart<\/p>\n<p>a memory<\/p>\n<p>you could possibly be<\/p>\n<p>of sunshine through the trees<\/p>\n<p>and lilacs smelling sweet<\/p>\n<p>your head at my feet.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe, dear heart<\/p>\n<p>love died too young<\/p>\n<p>a mourner touching<\/p>\n<p>crying, sighing so<\/p>\n<p>at the grave below.<\/p>\n<p>And yet, this heart<\/p>\n<p>might merely be<\/p>\n<p>a promise of eternity<\/p>\n<p>your hand inside mine<\/p>\n<p>our bodies, entangled vines<\/p>\n<p>love growing with time<\/p>\n<p>like sweet aged wine.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; Sandra Johnson<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This old\u00a0carved heart sappy, bleeding part from unhealed wounds and unmet needs. Or wretched heart love once anew now grows dull and withered too. The sap, like tears our hopes and dreams turn into fears days turn years house in arrears homeless in cars celing\u2019s&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1299,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65221","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65221","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\/1299"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65221"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65221\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":74957,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65221\/revisions\/74957"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65221"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65221"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65221"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}