{"id":69328,"date":"2020-06-27T18:04:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:04:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=69328"},"modified":"2020-06-27T18:04:55","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T22:04:55","slug":"poem-9-no-time-for-porridge","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poem-9-no-time-for-porridge\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #9: No time for Porridge"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Certain foods and images I associate<br \/>\nwith a specific season or experience.<br \/>\nWhen it\u2019s cold, it\u2019s porridge in the Irish countryside;<br \/>\nWhen the crispness of fall beckons,<br \/>\nhomemade ice cream after our favorite Montana hike<br \/>\nprovides a comforting way to relax<br \/>\nand finally<br \/>\nunwind.<\/p>\n<p>How to celebrate that it was finally summer?<br \/>\nDesiring a peaceful respite from<br \/>\nUrban life.<br \/>\nMy husband and I drove out<br \/>\nto our cottage by the lake.<br \/>\nThe lethargy from the heat had set in<br \/>\nand we didn\u2019t feel<br \/>\nlike moving.<br \/>\nAt all. <\/p>\n<p>He took off his mask<br \/>\nand I followed suit.<br \/>\nWe popped open a chilled bottle of rose<br \/>\nto share.<br \/>\nZZZZZZZZtttttt!<br \/>\nThat horrid beep of the computer reminding us of our meeting.<br \/>\nDare we attend another zoom call?<br \/>\nMy eye caught the stunning sunset,<br \/>\nframed by the treeline.<br \/>\nWe exchanged a knowing look and<br \/>\nhe shut the computer off.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHere\u2019s to a rejuvenating time away,\u201d he grinned. <\/p>\n<p>\u201cTo more wine and special times together.\u201d I added.<\/p>\n<p>He kissed me and<br \/>\nI was transported to<br \/>\nwhen we were newlyweds.<br \/>\nStrange.<br \/>\nJust a few months ago we would have been too absorbed<br \/>\nin the hustle and bustle<br \/>\nto ever slow down and<br \/>\nappreciate each other.<\/p>\n<p>A firefly and then<br \/>\na family of fireflies<br \/>\ndart around a nearby camp fire.<br \/>\nTheir happy movements seem to tell us<br \/>\nwe made the right decision.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Certain foods and images I associate with a specific season or experience. When it\u2019s cold, it\u2019s porridge in the Irish countryside; When the crispness of fall beckons, homemade ice cream after our favorite Montana hike provides a comforting way to relax and finally unwind. How&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":96,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[3563],"class_list":["post-69328","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous","tag-thepoetrymarathon2020"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69328","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\/96"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69328"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":69346,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69328\/revisions\/69346"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69328"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}