{"id":73786,"date":"2020-06-28T02:47:03","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T06:47:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=73786"},"modified":"2020-06-28T02:47:03","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T06:47:03","slug":"prompt-18-hour-18-not-a-holiday-but-a-celebration","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/prompt-18-hour-18-not-a-holiday-but-a-celebration\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt 18, Hour 18 &#8211; Not a Holiday, but A Celebration"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Dancing leaves offered a kind greeting,<\/p>\n<p>as though they had remarked our long absence.<\/p>\n<p>We settled near the water for comforted seating &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>and to enjoy a moment of rest, a day freed of nuisance.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>An attempt at restoring a steady normal,<\/p>\n<p>or to forget the trials gone and passed without acknowledgment.<\/p>\n<p>Our homemade holiday &#8211; to celebrate survival.<\/p>\n<p>A frail effort; a sorry moment to produce forward movement.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We lit a fire with trouble &#8211;<\/p>\n<p>the wind awakening as we needed its stillness.<\/p>\n<p>Metaphor, perhaps, for kindness kept under the guise of subtle.<\/p>\n<p>We grilled, and we ate, before indulging in pastries&#8217; sweetness.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A cream puff, and some light lemon cakes,<\/p>\n<p>to go with tea that drowns out the coldness of river banks.<\/p>\n<p>We played with rackets, and tried playing with stakes,<\/p>\n<p>but competition does not fit when results draw blanks.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As the sun began to set, we had had our fill,<\/p>\n<p>of breezes, time, nourishment and small talk.<\/p>\n<p>There was a satisfaction, truly, in the portions received still.<\/p>\n<p>Had we still been young, we would have marked the occasion with chalk.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dancing leaves offered a kind greeting, as though they had remarked our long absence. We settled near the water for comforted seating &#8211; and to enjoy a moment of rest, a day freed of nuisance. &nbsp; An attempt at restoring a steady normal, or to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1279,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-73786","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73786","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\/1279"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=73786"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73786\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":79363,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73786\/revisions\/79363"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=73786"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=73786"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=73786"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}