{"id":72023,"date":"2020-06-27T22:14:03","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T02:14:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=72023"},"modified":"2020-06-27T22:14:03","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T02:14:03","slug":"growth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/growth\/","title":{"rendered":"Growth"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s just a stupid plant&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Nustled in moist dirt<\/p>\n<p>Sitting in my hands<\/p>\n<p>Reaching for the sunlight<\/p>\n<p>Whispering oxygen into my nose<\/p>\n<p>A sapling<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She will outlive us<\/p>\n<p>Her growth quiet and restrained<\/p>\n<p>Tall she will be<\/p>\n<p>Strong and fruitful<\/p>\n<p>Two lovers sit beneath<\/p>\n<p>Carving their love into her trunk<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She will shed her leaves<\/p>\n<p>Slinking them off like a silk robe<\/p>\n<p>Twisting her branches in the wind<\/p>\n<p>Stretching<\/p>\n<p>Throughout the seasons she will live<\/p>\n<p>Though parts of her will die<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Looking around her she will find no one like her<\/p>\n<p>A single tree in a park<\/p>\n<p>How sad is that?<\/p>\n<p>Harsh weathers will tempt her<\/p>\n<p><em>Slip into the darkness<\/em><\/p>\n<p>She will persist<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Kids no longer climb her in an attempt at flying<\/p>\n<p>They disappear altogether<\/p>\n<p>She is sad<\/p>\n<p>But then something miraculous begins<\/p>\n<p>More like her begin to appear<\/p>\n<p>The world has ended but the Earth has not<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She begins to grow even more vast<\/p>\n<p>Her friends rushing to catch up<\/p>\n<p>The sky turns a magical shade of violet<\/p>\n<p>The clouds polka dot the sky<\/p>\n<p>New birds appear<\/p>\n<p>They sing happier tunes<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s just a stupid plant&#8221; Nustled in moist dirt Sitting in my hands Reaching for the sunlight Whispering oxygen into my nose A sapling &nbsp; She will outlive us Her growth quiet and restrained Tall she will be Strong and fruitful Two lovers sit beneath&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1204,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-72023","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72023","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\/1204"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=72023"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72023\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":72135,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/72023\/revisions\/72135"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=72023"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=72023"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=72023"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}