{"id":66193,"date":"2020-06-27T14:17:46","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:17:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66193"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:18:04","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:18:04","slug":"a-love-song","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/a-love-song\/","title":{"rendered":"A Love Song"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The mindless serenity of unsatisfying indulgence<br \/>\nand the haughty want that pretends to be the origin of all art.<br \/>\nCall it a love song, the birds chirping<br \/>\nscreaming in the morning wings beating claws scraping<br \/>\na brief burst of violence called a moment of passion.<br \/>\nAnd life does what life does and dissipates heat<br \/>\nwith intelligence prone to fits of death dumb and blindness<br \/>\nfrom the searing flash of a rainbow of feathers.<br \/>\nIn pure isolation I listen to music and muse<br \/>\nthat muses gave their stamp of approval<br \/>\nto this madness, this hunger,<br \/>\nthis petulant whining.<br \/>\nAnd the birds prattle on and the years prattle too<br \/>\nand I sit perfectly still and do my job to promote entropy<br \/>\nand try to prevent memories from intruding on angst.<br \/>\nThis will fail too.<br \/>\nI won&#8217;t invokes names but I will recall images<br \/>\nand images, thank god, can&#8217;t be put into words.<br \/>\nBut one can&#8217;t help but wonder if this is loneliness or worse.<br \/>\nAnd one must hope<br \/>\nthat their love song<br \/>\nis something more<br \/>\nthan a failure to reproduce.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The mindless serenity of unsatisfying indulgence and the haughty want that pretends to be the origin of all art. Call it a love song, the birds chirping screaming in the morning wings beating claws scraping a brief burst of violence called a moment of passion&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1259,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66193","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66193","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\/1259"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66193"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66193\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66261,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66193\/revisions\/66261"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}