{"id":70665,"date":"2020-06-27T20:38:24","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:38:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70665"},"modified":"2020-06-27T20:38:24","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:38:24","slug":"above-the-clouds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/above-the-clouds\/","title":{"rendered":"ABOVE THE CLOUDS"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hour 12 (Marathon Prompt &#8211; Pick a random book from the shelf.\u00a0 Read the first line and the last line.\u00a0 Pick one and use every word of that line somewhere in your poem.)<\/p>\n<p>The Book:\u00a0 A Million Little Pieces<\/p>\n<p>First Line:\u00a0 I wake to the drone of an airplane engine and the feeling of something warm dripping down my chin.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>ABOVE THE CLOUDS<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Airplane engine sputters, starts<\/p>\n<p>Adrenaline rush soon fills our hearts.<\/p>\n<p>Accelerated upward climb<\/p>\n<p>Above the clouds in record time<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Final instructions drone on and on<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019ll soon jump out and then be gone<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m at the edge and looking down<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s just white fluff, can\u2019t see the ground<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And the feeling of something going wrong<\/p>\n<p>Which once was not, but now seems strong<\/p>\n<p>I closed my eyes and felt a push<\/p>\n<p>Plummeting down I felt a swoosh<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>My eyes now open staring up<\/p>\n<p>To discover my chute was not hooked up<\/p>\n<p>Desperately I tried to yell<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m \u2018bout to die&#8230;oh my what hell<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Something warm came dripping down<\/p>\n<p>As I came closer to the ground<\/p>\n<p>I wake to find myself a fool<\/p>\n<p>My chin was wet from sleeping drool<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Just a dream, a nightmare really<\/p>\n<p>Man oh man do I feel silly<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour 12 (Marathon Prompt &#8211; Pick a random book from the shelf.\u00a0 Read the first line and the last line.\u00a0 Pick one and use every word of that line somewhere in your poem.) The Book:\u00a0 A Million Little Pieces First Line:\u00a0 I wake to the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1220,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70665","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70665","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\/1220"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70665"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70665\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71198,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70665\/revisions\/71198"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70665"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70665"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}