{"id":75453,"date":"2020-06-28T06:27:56","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:27:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=75453"},"modified":"2020-06-28T06:29:29","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:29:29","slug":"the-wall-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/the-wall-2\/","title":{"rendered":"The Wall"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-75447\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/287FC3FD-0E91-4555-A757-6289D78D1E49-150x150.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/287FC3FD-0E91-4555-A757-6289D78D1E49-150x150.jpeg 150w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/287FC3FD-0E91-4555-A757-6289D78D1E49-45x45.jpeg 45w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/p>\n<pre>A glimpse of the other side\r\ngives way to full view.\r\nAn interloper can observe\r\nwith circular arguments\r\nand telescopic focus\r\nthe secret garden\r\non the other side.\r\n(There is always another side.)\r\nNothing left to the imagination.\r\nPerhaps they are rabbit holes.\r\n\r\nAre they holes at all? \r\nPerhaps they are more\r\nopenings than holes. \r\nIt\u2019s late and \r\nI don\u2019t want to get into \r\nknotholes that are not holes,\r\nunless there are not knots\r\nin them. \r\n(The opening was there and\r\nI took it.)\r\n\r\nOur minds look for what isn\u2019t,\r\nuntil we train ourselves to be grateful\r\nfor what we have.\r\nUntil then, we waste our time,\r\nwanting what isn\u2019t there, \r\nRealizing it is only a wall.\r\n(This makes me think of \r\nThe Beatles.)\r\n(<em>I love to turn you on.*)\r\n\r\n<\/em>*\u201dA Day in the Life,\u201d Lennon-McCarthy, 1967.\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A glimpse of the other side gives way to full view. An interloper can observe with circular arguments and telescopic focus the secret garden on the other side. (There is always another side.) Nothing left to the imagination. Perhaps they are rabbit holes. Are they&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":215,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[2707],"class_list":["post-75453","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-hour22"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75453","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\/215"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75453"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75453\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75609,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75453\/revisions\/75609"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75453"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75453"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75453"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}