{"id":74576,"date":"2020-06-28T04:17:58","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T08:17:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=74576"},"modified":"2020-06-28T04:19:52","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T08:19:52","slug":"candles-turn-bulbs-to-sunlightprompt-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/candles-turn-bulbs-to-sunlightprompt-20\/","title":{"rendered":"Candles Turn Bulbs To Sunlight(Prompt 20)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>it started with a smirk,<\/p>\n<p>she lighted my candles with the smallest of sparks,<\/p>\n<p>she then made eyecontact,<\/p>\n<p>i was baited,<\/p>\n<p>the blessing i got from Christ to write,<\/p>\n<p>about moments so pure,<\/p>\n<p>her smirk lit the candle stick that was my attention,<\/p>\n<p>the smirk turned into a grin,<\/p>\n<p>hooked,<\/p>\n<p>the struggle was to shy away from the eyecontact,<\/p>\n<p>maybe she felt like i was the one,<\/p>\n<p>maybe the same way i was feeling,<\/p>\n<p>still hooked,<\/p>\n<p>mentally shook,<\/p>\n<p>looked at my zip,<\/p>\n<p>thinking the look was because i was unhooked,<\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;m wearing joggers!<\/p>\n<p>emotionally took,<\/p>\n<p>to the bleachers,<\/p>\n<p>the bulb switched on,<\/p>\n<p>she had planted her roots,<\/p>\n<p>here&#8217;s a little boy in a man&#8217;s body,<\/p>\n<p>shacking to my boots,<\/p>\n<p>smirk bait,<\/p>\n<p>grin bait,<\/p>\n<p>the voice atook,<\/p>\n<p>dragged me to cloud 9,<\/p>\n<p>wait she made the fist move,<\/p>\n<p>you slack again,<\/p>\n<p>still deep in my thoughts,<\/p>\n<p>accepting the in my presence God&#8217;s angel,<\/p>\n<p>who had done one over me,<\/p>\n<p>bait, hook and took,<\/p>\n<p>i stopped starring,<\/p>\n<p>her face beautiful,<\/p>\n<p>afraid if i gaze too long i&#8217;ll be awestruck,<\/p>\n<p>the arrival of a kind sun,<\/p>\n<p>she was made for me,<\/p>\n<p>well i thought so,<\/p>\n<p>the sun sets too,<\/p>\n<p>but our frequent on and off romances lit my insecurities out in the open,<\/p>\n<p>her souls sun burnt them crisp,<\/p>\n<p>it was all too much to handle,<\/p>\n<p>the more i spent time with her,<\/p>\n<p>the more i became tipsy,<\/p>\n<p>i thank God for her,<\/p>\n<p>-Ropa<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>it started with a smirk, she lighted my candles with the smallest of sparks, she then made eyecontact, i was baited, the blessing i got from Christ to write, about moments so pure, her smirk lit the candle stick that was my attention, the smirk&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1436,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74576","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74576","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\/1436"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74576"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":74723,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74576\/revisions\/74723"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}