{"id":75501,"date":"2020-06-28T06:14:26","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:14:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=75501"},"modified":"2020-06-28T06:14:26","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T10:14:26","slug":"image-prompt-hour-22","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/image-prompt-hour-22\/","title":{"rendered":"Image Prompt (Hour 22)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Skyscraper shadows overcrowding one another<br \/>\nlike weeds strangling flowers,<br \/>\nlike undergrowth fighting to face the sun.<\/p>\n<p>Mechanized arms plunge the soil,<br \/>\nscrape away at metallic skeletons of fallen buildings.<br \/>\nThe city grows upon itself, the artificial forest,<br \/>\nwhere new structures grow<br \/>\nfrom the demolition of previous towers.<\/p>\n<p>The people scurry beneath,<br \/>\nplastering covered underpass with their artists,<br \/>\nhieroglyphics of the modern culture,<br \/>\ncave paintings through canals along the forest floor.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-75452\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/marjanblan-HkEyTPzIugs-unsplash-1536x1024-2-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/marjanblan-HkEyTPzIugs-unsplash-1536x1024-2-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/marjanblan-HkEyTPzIugs-unsplash-1536x1024-2-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/marjanblan-HkEyTPzIugs-unsplash-1536x1024-2-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/marjanblan-HkEyTPzIugs-unsplash-1536x1024-2-480x320.jpg 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/marjanblan-HkEyTPzIugs-unsplash-1536x1024-2.jpg 1536w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Skyscraper shadows overcrowding one another like weeds strangling flowers, like undergrowth fighting to face the sun. Mechanized arms plunge the soil, scrape away at metallic skeletons of fallen buildings. The city grows upon itself, the artificial forest, where new structures grow from the demolition of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-75501","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75501","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75501"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75501\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75507,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75501\/revisions\/75507"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75501"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75501"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75501"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}