{"id":70818,"date":"2020-06-27T20:55:14","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:55:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=70818"},"modified":"2020-06-27T21:53:21","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:53:21","slug":"the-daughters-of-earth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-daughters-of-earth\/","title":{"rendered":"The Daughters Of Earth."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>The<\/em> thoughts gyrating and cultivating inside<br \/>\nCall out and cry for the expected end <em>apocryphal<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Books<\/em> that beheld are opened with tales played out<br \/>\nOf the deepest dream liquid stars speak <em>of<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Enoch<\/em>\u2019s cry for salvation turns personal<br \/>\nUntil the end of time brings all else he <em>say<\/em>s<br \/>\n<em>That<\/em> then a new brightening may soar<br \/>\nDepths far below the surface &#8211; sparks shon even <em>there<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Were<\/em> calling to the furthest creatures inside us<br \/>\nEating and sleeping and forgetting our <em>Angles<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Who<\/em> yearn to call us back to our origin<br \/>\nAmnesia abound omit the journey we <em>consented<\/em><br \/>\n<em>To<\/em> a path and purpose sent down into matter<br \/>\nThrough our fault and neglect we suffered the <em>fall<\/em><br \/>\n<em>From<\/em> wholeness in sublime immoral affection<br \/>\nNow wrought and cast as promised <em>heaven<\/em><br \/>\n<em>That<\/em> surly a reason behind our life resounds<br \/>\nSeeking and striving lifetimes toil that <em>they<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Might<\/em> reveal something innately known<br \/>\nSlight cast almost imperceptible voices <em>have<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Intercourse<\/em> with our intertwined essential spirit<br \/>\nUnlocking closed trapdoors unknown heights go <em>with<\/em><br \/>\n<em>The<\/em> hopes dared not to have felt<br \/>\nBringing forth fruit girt <em>daughters<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Of<\/em> to the end of all time a perfect eternity<br \/>\nHere stands merely a gateway between two worlds on <em>Earth<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The thoughts gyrating and cultivating inside Call out and cry for the expected end apocryphal Books that beheld are opened with tales played out Of the deepest dream liquid stars speak of Enoch\u2019s cry for salvation turns personal Until the end of time brings all&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1431,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-70818","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70818","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\/1431"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=70818"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70818\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71406,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/70818\/revisions\/71406"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=70818"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=70818"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=70818"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}