{"id":6586,"date":"2015-06-13T09:10:21","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T13:10:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=6586"},"modified":"2015-06-13T09:10:21","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T13:10:21","slug":"poem-1-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-1-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 1"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\">I stand at the shore<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Waving my hand<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">To those who<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Have embarked on<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">The journey<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I am not invited<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Like quicksilver,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Their smiles, faces,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Voices, hands, mannerisms<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Disappear into the fog,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Toward sunrise, sunset,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Rise up to the stars<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Of the navy night sky.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">My bruised and battered heart<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Aches<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">All of you whom I have loved<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Have left me to repair myself,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">To mend the tears in the squares<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Of the quilt of my life.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Feeling abandoned,<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">I turn from the shore<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">And move forward<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">Alone.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Eve Remillard<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">6\/13\/2015<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I stand at the shore Waving my hand To those who Have embarked on The journey I am not invited Like quicksilver, Their smiles, faces, Voices, hands, mannerisms Disappear into the fog, Toward sunrise, sunset, Rise up to the stars Of the navy night sky&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":268,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[333,51,23],"class_list":["post-6586","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-abandonment","tag-death","tag-life"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6586","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\/268"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6586"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6586\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15687,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6586\/revisions\/15687"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6586"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6586"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6586"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}