{"id":66048,"date":"2020-06-27T14:45:35","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:45:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66048"},"modified":"2020-07-24T15:00:54","modified_gmt":"2020-07-24T19:00:54","slug":"hour-6-dichotomy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-6-dichotomy\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 6, Dichotomy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I awaken to electrically charged air particles<br \/>\nstanding the hairs of my arms up at attention,<br \/>\nthe bed a warm cocoon holding at bay<br \/>\na world awash in rain.<\/p>\n<p>The crackling energy is both felt and heard<br \/>\nin thunderous crashes and booms,<br \/>\nreverberating through sternum and heart.<\/p>\n<p>I step out beneath the overhanging roof past the door,<br \/>\ndaring to enter the domain between my safe interior<br \/>\nand a world no longer my own, warmth at my back,<br \/>\nand wildness in my face.<\/p>\n<p>The storm subsides to a murmur as I step further out,<br \/>\nthe soaked hem of my long dress slapping my ankles<br \/>\nas I bury my face in the humid, red scent<br \/>\nof newly opened roses, droplets trickling down face and arms.<\/p>\n<p>I turn, renewed wild creature,<br \/>\nand turn and turn again,<br \/>\nfalling to the wetness beneath my feet,<br \/>\nbreathing the earth through my skin.<\/p>\n<p>Finally I am chilled and soaked, abashed and ready to return<br \/>\nto my civilized home, stripping bare and sharing the warmth beneath<br \/>\nfeathered down comforters with my waiting love,<br \/>\nthrough delicate touches and wondering kisses blending<br \/>\nthe wild without and the warm within.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I awaken to electrically charged air particles standing the hairs of my arms up at attention, the bed a warm cocoon holding at bay a world awash in rain. The crackling energy is both felt and heard in thunderous crashes and booms, reverberating through sternum&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":308,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66048","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66048","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\/308"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66048"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66048\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":79326,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66048\/revisions\/79326"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66048"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66048"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66048"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}