{"id":65279,"date":"2020-06-27T13:18:37","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:18:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65279"},"modified":"2020-06-28T07:56:16","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T11:56:16","slug":"doorways-windows-and-eyelids-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/doorways-windows-and-eyelids-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Doorways, Windows, And Eyelids (Hour 5)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>What play of light is this?<br \/>\nThat catches my mind and twirls it through the swaying treetops.<br \/>\nSome distant sense of adventure calling through the wind,<br \/>\ntossing my restless spirit to and fro,<br \/>\norbiting this central point of recognition,<br \/>\nof realization,<br \/>\nof eternity breathless in a single moment<br \/>\nwhen my lungs are truly felt,<br \/>\nwhen the blood in my fingers throbs with my pulse.<br \/>\nI am the micro, the macro.<br \/>\nEach level, not one atop of the other,<br \/>\nbut one within the other,<br \/>\npatterns repeated on a small and large scale,<br \/>\ndoorways ever opening toward more doorways<br \/>\nwindows leading inward,<br \/>\nleading outward<br \/>\nblink<br \/>\nbranches of dancing trees&#8212;<br \/>\nblink<br \/>\nthe veins inside my eyelids&#8212;<br \/>\nblink<br \/>\nthe sky is the pale fathom of my own eye staring back at me.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-65166\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screen-Shot-2020-06-27-at-1.02.40-PM-300x211.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"211\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screen-Shot-2020-06-27-at-1.02.40-PM-300x211.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screen-Shot-2020-06-27-at-1.02.40-PM.png 701w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>What play of light is this? That catches my mind and twirls it through the swaying treetops. Some distant sense of adventure calling through the wind, tossing my restless spirit to and fro, orbiting this central point of recognition, of realization, of eternity breathless in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65279","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65279","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65279"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65279\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":76259,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65279\/revisions\/76259"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65279"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65279"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65279"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}