{"id":67562,"date":"2020-06-27T16:22:57","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T20:22:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67562"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:42:50","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:42:50","slug":"ceci-nest-pas-une-parapluie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/ceci-nest-pas-une-parapluie\/","title":{"rendered":"Ceci n&#8217;est pas une parapluie"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Magritte whispers, \u201cThose are not umbrellas.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">He is right, of course.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Those are souls that have been liberated<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">from the confines of hallways and corners.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">No longer tethered to a human hand,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">up high they can see<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">much farther than they did before.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Their bright colors and patterns continue to<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">shelter those below and brighten the mood<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of passers-by.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">When the breeze blows,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">you can almost hear them,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">planning their final escape.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The wires break,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the souls take flight,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">disappearing into celestial heights.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Magritte whispers, \u201cThose are not umbrellas.\u201d He is right, of course. Those are souls that have been liberated from the confines of hallways and corners. &nbsp; No longer tethered to a human hand, up high they can see much farther than they did before. &nbsp;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1252,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7,1136],"tags":[3597,2236,2901,3607],"class_list":["post-67562","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","tag-2020halfmarathon","tag-hour5","tag-prompt5","tag-umbrellas"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67562","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\/1252"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67562"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67562\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":67990,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67562\/revisions\/67990"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}