{"id":67874,"date":"2020-06-27T17:07:29","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:07:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=67874"},"modified":"2020-06-27T17:07:29","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T21:07:29","slug":"poetry-marathon-submission-8","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poetry-marathon-submission-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Marathon Submission #8"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>The Storm\r\nAnn WJ White\r\n\r\nShears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains.\r\nAtop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering,\r\nwaiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort.\r\nIndeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the cumulous clouds \r\nuntil they are black like vulture wings. Fill them with particles\r\nof active humid molecules. Change their molecular structure to more.\r\nCreate the nimbus blends that crack with future thunder,\r\nBring the Gods to sample the storm.\r\n\r\nThe rain perkily dances in flushing, gushing streams. Enlarging drops,\r\nProving their prowess as missiles against gardens, metal conveyences.\r\nShove them downstream, clashing with boulders. Rebounding the storm.\r\nAdd the generating of lightning, gesticulating from the clouds as\r\nif ringing profanity from above. Change color schemes to violent life,\r\nto winds like wild griffins screaming. The bully storm starched in enormity. \r\nHold your bolt high, then release. Threaten from flooded Skys.\r\n \r\nNow the gale climaxes roaring, as they clash against each other,\r\nBuilding the storm taller, a nimbi-cumulous monstrosity of fear,\r\nseeking to sanitize the air of its dry thirst forever. Force the  \r\nviolent expulsions, let your weakness disappear. Bring the cold above.\r\nHail in summer, thrusting tornados, waterfalls created from the sky\r\nAs the weather reaches out for more and more.\r\n\r\nLet a rainbow emerge to swiftly calm the madness, with violet\r\nto color the shadows, orange to spotlight fires on the ridge.\r\nSlow the choppy wind and tame it with hot tears falling upon the hills.\r\nBring cooler water to otters arriving muddy slides amidst the hills.\r\nTerror gone from splashes of play. Breath a moment and separate the clouds.\r\n\r\nOxygen and carbon dioxide molecules sooth between city streets, \r\nUmbrellas can be opened to provide a cool safety as winds calm.\r\nRubber macintoshes sleeve the runoff so that children\r\nCan find puddles to splash in like seals, bears, and foxes.\r\n\r\nThe rain sobs, then becomes a memory, flooding only flower pots.\r\nSun breaking through the wind, opening the winds to teasing play.\r\nSoon it will vanish into pulses of water running the gutters.\r\n\r\nThe stores will reopen, markets change again to talk and laughter.\r\nBridges will calm, provide a bypass of passage for the ceremony of night,\r\n\r\nLong since planned against the Summer's reign.<\/pre>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1412,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12,441,5],"tags":[3723,1265,3725,1461,1653,3044,107,3724],"class_list":["post-67874","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-built","tag-calm","tag-mitigation","tag-play","tag-rage","tag-storm","tag-summer","tag-then-released"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67874","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\/1412"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=67874"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67874\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":68633,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/67874\/revisions\/68633"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=67874"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=67874"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=67874"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}