{"id":70559,"date":"2020-06-27T20:00:41","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70559"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:08:08","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:08:08","slug":"honor","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/honor\/","title":{"rendered":"Honor"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-70564\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_161744_2-272x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"272\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_161744_2-272x300.jpg 272w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_161744_2-928x1024.jpg 928w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_161744_2-768x847.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_161744_2-1392x1536.jpg 1392w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/20200627_161744_2-1857x2048.jpg 1857w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 272px) 100vw, 272px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>HONOR<\/p>\n<p>_______________________________<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">My mother is earth<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">Her mother before her stone<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 120px\">I, I am clay<\/p>\n<p>The inheritance of determination<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">And lifetimes of unshed tears<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">Each generation softened<\/p>\n<p>To mutable ground<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">That grows wild with flowers<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">Demands no sacrifice<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 80px\">but the pangs of becoming<\/p>\n<p>I will take many forms<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">A filter without shape<\/p>\n<p>A vessel to contain<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">A wall vitrified by fire<\/p>\n<p>A fractured storm of shards<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">A gathering softness in river bends<\/p>\n<p>I honor the Terra that bore me<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px\">By evolving<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>HONOR _______________________________ My mother is earth Her mother before her stone I, I am clay The inheritance of determination And lifetimes of unshed tears Each generation softened To mutable ground That grows wild with flowers Demands no sacrifice but the pangs of becoming I will&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1234,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70559","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70559","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\/1234"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70559"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70559\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70816,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70559\/revisions\/70816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70559"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70559"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70559"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}