{"id":66100,"date":"2020-06-27T15:04:37","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:04:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66100"},"modified":"2020-06-27T15:04:37","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T19:04:37","slug":"celebrating-us-prompt-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/celebrating-us-prompt-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Celebrating Us  &#8211; Prompt #6"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The corners of my mouth<\/p>\n<p>lift slightly, long before<\/p>\n<p>my eyes sense<\/p>\n<p>the dance of daybreak.<\/p>\n<p>Sweet voices<\/p>\n<p>on my windowsill.<\/p>\n<p>Younger ones<\/p>\n<p>reply, eagerly awaiting<\/p>\n<p>something squirmy<\/p>\n<p>Ground beans releasing<\/p>\n<p>their nutty aroma<\/p>\n<p>Hiss and gurgle<\/p>\n<p>into the pot beneath<\/p>\n<p>Bacon spitting at<\/p>\n<p>potatoes crisping<\/p>\n<p>in a neighboring pan<\/p>\n<p>Long, peaceful stretches,<\/p>\n<p>no angry muscles<\/p>\n<p>Puppy-love licks as<\/p>\n<p>my feet hit the floor<\/p>\n<p>Sweet embrace as I meet<\/p>\n<p>my love at the<\/p>\n<p>boudoir door.<\/p>\n<p>Overnight hunger<\/p>\n<p>banished,\u00a0we clink<\/p>\n<p>hot creamy mugs<\/p>\n<p>Toasting a day<\/p>\n<p>of celebrating<\/p>\n<p>His eyes<\/p>\n<p>wordlessly, not silently,<\/p>\n<p>tell me he&#8217;d do it again,<\/p>\n<p>remembers every detail<\/p>\n<p>Quick, pack the basket<\/p>\n<p>with warm, fudgy brownies,<\/p>\n<p>Colby cubes, grapes, and<\/p>\n<p>strawberries in cream<\/p>\n<p>Water or wine,<\/p>\n<p>whichever you please<\/p>\n<p>&#8211; just hurry<\/p>\n<p>We can&#8217;t waste<\/p>\n<p>moments like these<\/p>\n<p>A blanket beneath<\/p>\n<p>watching ships on the sea<\/p>\n<p>Sun fading in crimson<\/p>\n<p>over the bay<\/p>\n<p>Snuggling close<\/p>\n<p>ends a perfect day.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The corners of my mouth lift slightly, long before my eyes sense the dance of daybreak. Sweet voices on my windowsill. Younger ones reply, eagerly awaiting something squirmy Ground beans releasing their nutty aroma Hiss and gurgle into the pot beneath Bacon spitting at potatoes&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":880,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,12,441],"tags":[3647],"class_list":["post-66100","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-imagery"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66100","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\/880"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66100"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66100\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66902,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66100\/revisions\/66902"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66100"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66100"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66100"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}