{"id":6905,"date":"2015-06-13T10:25:32","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:25:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=6905"},"modified":"2015-06-13T11:22:51","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T15:22:51","slug":"2015-poem-1-tanka-sequence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/2015-poem-1-tanka-sequence\/","title":{"rendered":"2015 poem #1 tanka sequence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>beneath ceiling fans<br \/>\nmarking time like metronomes<br \/>\nI became \u2018foreign\u2019<br \/>\nEastern, not Western<br \/>\nI would never fit again<\/p>\n<p>even where my blonde hair<br \/>\ndrew no curious dark hands<br \/>\nwhere my pleated skirt<br \/>\nlooked just like the other girls<br \/>\nI was suspect, alien<\/p>\n<p>that wood ceiling fan<br \/>\nbegan the process of change<br \/>\ncircles circling round<br \/>\nthe transformation of breath<br \/>\nthe wings that would haunt &amp; lift<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>beneath ceiling fans marking time like metronomes I became \u2018foreign\u2019 Eastern, not Western I would never fit again even where my blonde hair drew no curious dark hands where my pleated skirt looked just like the other girls I was suspect, alien that wood ceiling&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":68,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6905","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6905","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\/68"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6905"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6905\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7187,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6905\/revisions\/7187"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6905"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6905"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6905"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}