{"id":70174,"date":"2020-06-27T19:13:18","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:13:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70174"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:07:05","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:07:05","slug":"hour-10-prompt-10-listening","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-10-prompt-10-listening\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 10, Prompt 10 &#8211; Listening"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I used to pride myself<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in the bold statement<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">that I had no interest<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in Cat Stevens<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">To me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">he was in the oeuvre<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">of middle-aged white men<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">toting acoustic guitars<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and singing droopy songs<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">One day<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">annoyed by my hollow decrees<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">my partner sat me down<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and made me listen<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to \u201cFather &amp; Son\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Rather than whining<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">there was an inverted echo\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">between the old and the young:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the old have gone and now must stay<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the young have staid and now must go<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I thought I\u2019d heard Cat Stevens<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I was listening to Yusef Islam<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Before he left<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and turned into himself<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I used to pride myself in the bold statement that I had no interest in Cat Stevens &nbsp; To me\u00a0 he was in the oeuvre of middle-aged white men toting acoustic guitars and singing droopy songs &nbsp; One day annoyed by my hollow decrees my&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1292,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70174","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70174","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\/1292"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70174"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70174\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70182,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70174\/revisions\/70182"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70174"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70174"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70174"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}