{"id":71898,"date":"2020-06-27T21:55:26","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:55:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71898"},"modified":"2020-06-27T21:55:26","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:55:26","slug":"a-mundane-chore-vs-a-sandy-night","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/a-mundane-chore-vs-a-sandy-night\/","title":{"rendered":"A Mundane Chore vs. A Sandy Night"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The trouble with being alone is<br \/>\nBeing Alone:<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s no one around to help<br \/>\nScrub the Dishes<\/p>\n<p>To help<br \/>\nClean Up Messes<br \/>\n(Or even to Make Them)<\/p>\n<p>And when you want<br \/>\nTake-Out<br \/>\nor<br \/>\nQuick Meals<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s no one to join you in the eating<\/p>\n<p>Everything becomes a D.I.Y. Project<\/p>\n<p>Whether<br \/>\nDigging Holes<br \/>\nor<br \/>\nPlanting Trees<\/p>\n<p>Weariness, too becomes quite A Thing<\/p>\n<p>\u2018Teamwork Makes The Dream Work,\u2019<br \/>\nMy chef always said<\/p>\n<p>So, I tried, yet again.<\/p>\n<p>I went out for a Drink On The Beach<br \/>\nAnd I found:<\/p>\n<p>Kisses Are Lovely<br \/>\nAt the side of the sea<\/p>\n<p>But Sand Everywhere<br \/>\nIs Unpleasant, at least<\/p>\n<p>So, I settled for Quiet Talks<br \/>\nAnd Silent Conversation In Cars<\/p>\n<p>To be perfectly-honest,<br \/>\nI was sated, because:<\/p>\n<p>Warm breaths, a soft touch<br \/>\nKisses louder than words<br \/>\nCan erupt into much<br \/>\nAnd vibrations stirred<br \/>\nThrough one\u2019s limbs<br \/>\nThat feed into one\u2019s heart<br \/>\nCan\u2019t be stirred with mere swims<br \/>\nNor when two are apart<\/p>\n<p>Lips enmeshed for hours,<br \/>\nTongues tangled and twined,<br \/>\nEager fingers\u2019 powers<br \/>\nJust can\u2019t be mimed<\/p>\n<p>And it\u2019s this that I hate about<br \/>\nBeing Alone<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s Mechanical,<br \/>\nMundane<br \/>\nA Dry, Empty Drone<\/p>\n<p>But, it&#8217;s that again,<br \/>\nSee?<\/p>\n<p>Because it&#8217;s just me, now.<\/p>\n<p>Me<br \/>\nAnd<br \/>\nOnly me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The trouble with being alone is Being Alone: There\u2019s no one around to help Scrub the Dishes To help Clean Up Messes (Or even to Make Them) And when you want Take-Out or Quick Meals There\u2019s no one to join you in the eating Everything&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1098,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441],"tags":[3842,3442,10],"class_list":["post-71898","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-2020hr13","tag-2020poetrymarathon","tag-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71898","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\/1098"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71898"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71898\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71985,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71898\/revisions\/71985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71898"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71898"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71898"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}