{"id":65605,"date":"2020-06-27T14:57:07","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:57:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65605"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:57:07","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:57:07","slug":"flying-towards-rainbows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/flying-towards-rainbows\/","title":{"rendered":"Flying Towards Rainbows"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Excitement throbs within.<br \/>\nThe airport is full,<br \/>\nYet no one coughs<br \/>\nAnd everyone is smiling.<\/p>\n<p>I walk on, just grinning as I make my way through the crowds.<\/p>\n<p>Surprise, elation as I\u2019m upgraded to first class at no charge.<br \/>\nThey\u2019ve overbooked.<\/p>\n<p>A pleasant, older man who smells of sandalwood and cedar sits by the window,<br \/>\nHis thick, silver-streaked dark hair and laugh lines at the corners of twinkling eyes and knowing smile are enchanting.<br \/>\nHours pass in laughter and deep conversation that swells as frequently as the waves of the Pacific.<br \/>\nPassions shared, generosity extended alights my mind, my heart &#8211;<br \/>\nAnd the only payment he wishes is the brightness of my smile.<\/p>\n<p>The sun is bright and the air is crystalline when we arrive to the coast.<\/p>\n<p>We walk through the terminal like old friends, my hand tucked under his elbow;<br \/>\nI\u2019m beaming, charmed, astounded.<br \/>\nHe describes the nuances in Italian wines and my palate lusts for dark chocolate and cherry.<br \/>\nThat resonant, rippling chuckle spills as generously as the wine he promises.<\/p>\n<p>But not tonight, I regretfully decline, accepted with easy grace.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight, my mind is set alight with rainbows:<br \/>\nWith ice-blue eyes,<br \/>\nWith swirls and sharp edges,<br \/>\nWith a mind as vibrant as it is gentle.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Excitement throbs within. The airport is full, Yet no one coughs And everyone is smiling. I walk on, just grinning as I make my way through the crowds. Surprise, elation as I\u2019m upgraded to first class at no charge. They\u2019ve overbooked. A pleasant, older man&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1098,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[3658,3442,3647,10],"class_list":["post-65605","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-2020hr6","tag-2020poetrymarathon","tag-imagery","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65605","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\/1098"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65605"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65605\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66778,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65605\/revisions\/66778"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}