{"id":65668,"date":"2020-06-27T13:48:33","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:48:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65668"},"modified":"2020-06-27T13:48:33","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:48:33","slug":"prompt-5-poetry-marathon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/prompt-5-poetry-marathon\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 5 (Poetry Marathon)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Imprinted Heart&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Young like the wind as it lifts us,<\/p>\n<p>A building like our little hour glass.<\/p>\n<p>Not in the world we can ever be,<\/p>\n<p>Hand in hand, eyes close &#8212; we are free.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We figure the mystery of old,<\/p>\n<p>And how they ended up a false hope.<\/p>\n<p>Can we remain as young as this?<\/p>\n<p>An old answer can never give.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We imprinted hearts from the old log.<\/p>\n<p>Gone with the wind, remains fog<\/p>\n<p>We lost the story of an old prince frog.<\/p>\n<p>A reminsce in a room, a coffee and a mug.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(C) M. E. Flores<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>#Prompt 5<\/p>\n<p>#Halfmarathoner<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-65828\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot_2020-06-28-01-35-23-1-1-300x200.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot_2020-06-28-01-35-23-1-1-300x200.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot_2020-06-28-01-35-23-1-1-480x320.png 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/Screenshot_2020-06-28-01-35-23-1-1.png 535w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Imprinted Heart&#8221; &nbsp; Young like the wind as it lifts us, A building like our little hour glass. Not in the world we can ever be, Hand in hand, eyes close &#8212; we are free. &nbsp; We figure the mystery of old, And how they&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1370,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65668","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65668","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\/1370"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65668"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65668\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":65831,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65668\/revisions\/65831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65668"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65668"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65668"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}