{"id":65515,"date":"2020-06-27T13:26:40","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:26:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65515"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:26:40","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:26:40","slug":"hour-5-to-the-stars","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-5-to-the-stars\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 5: To the Stars\u00a0"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I grew up in the city\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our skies glowed with pity<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Lit up with banished dreams\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And darkness disguised\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The skies advised,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Somewhere, a ship full of stars capsized\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">So I traveled with longing\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A necessary yearning\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Walked past abandoned shrubs,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Past sirens calling,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Forests howling\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Until I arrived at the junction\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Of a 100 sunsets, and another 100 sunrises<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Their meeting set fire to the sky\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And it glowed, burned and shone like it had never before<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I had arrived at the shore,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To where dreams drifted away\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">And turned into stars<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I grew up in the city\u00a0 Our skies glowed with pity Lit up with banished dreams\u00a0 And darkness disguised\u00a0 The skies advised,\u00a0 Somewhere, a ship full of stars capsized\u00a0 So I traveled with longing\u00a0 A necessary yearning\u00a0 Walked past abandoned shrubs,\u00a0 Past sirens calling,\u00a0 Forests&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":930,"featured_media":65524,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65515","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65515","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=65515"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65515\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65530,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65515\/revisions\/65530"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/65524"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65515"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65515"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65515"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}