{"id":66612,"date":"2020-06-27T14:48:25","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:48:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=66612"},"modified":"2020-06-27T14:48:25","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T18:48:25","slug":"ideal-day-prompt-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/ideal-day-prompt-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Ideal Day Prompt 6"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ideal Day<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Aroma nudges my nose and I roll over,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

stretch arms and legs, reach out\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

feeling muscles twitch. On my feet,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I pour, mix and stir. Steam wafts,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

tickling my nose, warmth down my throat\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

into my mid-section. I dress and pull clothes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

over my head pressing my hair to my scalp,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

encase my feet in socks and shoes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

cool leather chair, close my eyes,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I walk through the door into sunshine\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and head toward the bridge,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

feel the concrete sidewalk under my feet,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

nod at people I meet, words in my ears.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Up and down in sun and shade eventually<\/span><\/p>\n

returning home, fingertips pressing buttons.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I revel in warm water flowing through my hair\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and over my body then the texture of a soft towel,<\/span><\/p>\n

pull dry clothes over me. I sit in the slide into myself, <\/span><\/p>\n

a buzz breaks my silence\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and I offer prayers for my people.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I open the doors and cold air rushes out,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

pick items and taste the sweetness of grapes\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and pull in some sticky peanut butter.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I close the door and open the notebook.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My people come to life again on the page.<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun fades into evening.<\/span><\/p>\n

I taste what you have provided, we read<\/span><\/p>\n

and then I slip into nothingness.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ideal Day   Aroma nudges my nose and I roll over,\u00a0 stretch arms and legs, reach out\u00a0 feeling muscles twitch. On my feet,\u00a0 I pour, mix and stir. Steam wafts,\u00a0 tickling my nose, warmth down my throat\u00a0 into my mid-section. I dress and pull clothes\u00a0…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1339,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-66612","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66612","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\/1339"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=66612"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66612\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":66678,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/66612\/revisions\/66678"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=66612"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=66612"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=66612"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}