{"id":70233,"date":"2020-06-27T19:25:05","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:25:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70233"},"modified":"2020-06-27T19:25:05","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T23:25:05","slug":"rising-from-ashes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/rising-from-ashes\/","title":{"rendered":"Rising from Ashes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I have dissipated into air.<\/p>\n<p>I smile at sun and shine on dewy blossoms.<\/p>\n<p>I look into horizons of anguish and false smiles of survival<\/p>\n<p>and relish spring breezes &#8211; the scent of voodoo rose.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s been a long rendez-vu in verdant pastures<\/p>\n<p>of blissful banishment and enchanting streams<\/p>\n<p>of weeping willows&#8217; song.<\/p>\n<p>Ah, swaying again in droplets of vapor<\/p>\n<p>remembering the muse&#8217;s words:<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sweet Angel, revel in the words,<\/p>\n<p>Wander and sow your seeds of ecstasy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Had I forgotten?<\/p>\n<p>Had I hardened into gross mass?<\/p>\n<p>Had I frozen into an austere demeanor<\/p>\n<p>producing slavish insolence?<\/p>\n<p>The seasons, that&#8217;s it!<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-70099\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/22FA5D33-7ECE-4466-8FF8-0C714DBE71E6-300x177.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"177\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/22FA5D33-7ECE-4466-8FF8-0C714DBE71E6-300x177.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/22FA5D33-7ECE-4466-8FF8-0C714DBE71E6.png 479w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Yes, I remember the movement of stars,<\/p>\n<p>and tides and moon&#8217;s chanting of rhythms and vibrations!<\/p>\n<p>How sublime!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have dissipated into air. I smile at sun and shine on dewy blossoms. I look into horizons of anguish and false smiles of survival and relish spring breezes &#8211; the scent of voodoo rose. It&#8217;s been a long rendez-vu in verdant pastures of blissful&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1362,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70233","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70233","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\/1362"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70233"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70233\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70335,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70233\/revisions\/70335"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70233"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70233"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70233"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}