{"id":66201,"date":"2020-06-27T14:15:53","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:15:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66201"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:15:53","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:15:53","slug":"ekphrastic-haiku-hour-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/ekphrastic-haiku-hour-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Ekphrastic Haiku, Hour 5"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Who knew the real gold<br \/>\nin these mountains was sunshine<br \/>\nand summer tourists?<\/p>\n<p>Umbrellas, useful<br \/>\nwhether it rains or sun shines,<br \/>\nour all-weather friends.<\/p>\n<p>Heart carved into bark.<br \/>\nI hope the love lasts as long<br \/>\nas the tree counts rings.<\/p>\n<p>On the cusp of night<br \/>\nlast rays warm an empty boat<br \/>\nas the stars move in.<\/p>\n<p>Look up into fall\u2019s<br \/>\nlast show, baring branches hung<br \/>\nwith splashes of gold.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Who knew the real gold in these mountains was sunshine and summer tourists? Umbrellas, useful whether it rains or sun shines, our all-weather friends. Heart carved into bark. I hope the love lasts as long as the tree counts rings. On the cusp of night&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":665,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66201","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66201","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\/665"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66201"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66201\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66228,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66201\/revisions\/66228"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66201"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66201"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66201"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}