{"id":77319,"date":"2020-06-29T03:19:16","date_gmt":"2020-06-29T07:19:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=77319"},"modified":"2020-06-29T03:19:16","modified_gmt":"2020-06-29T07:19:16","slug":"mixed-signals-hour-twenty-one-a-nonet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/mixed-signals-hour-twenty-one-a-nonet\/","title":{"rendered":"Mixed Signals (Hour Twenty One, A Nonet)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-77320\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/teens-staring-phones-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/teens-staring-phones-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/teens-staring-phones-1024x683.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/teens-staring-phones-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/teens-staring-phones-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/teens-staring-phones-2048x1365.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/teens-staring-phones-480x320.jpg 480w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h2>Mixed Signals<\/h2>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We wander this world with phones in hand<\/p>\n<p>forever looking down, getting<\/p>\n<p>lost inside the screen, afraid<\/p>\n<p>to miss one message, we<\/p>\n<p>never lift our eyes<\/p>\n<p>to drink in the<\/p>\n<p>scenery<\/p>\n<p>drawn for<\/p>\n<p>us.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>(A nonet is composed of nine lines, where the first line has 9 syllables, the second line has 8 syllables, and so forth until the final line is only one syllable, so the poem appears to be slowly vanishing.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Mixed Signals &nbsp; We wander this world with phones in hand forever looking down, getting lost inside the screen, afraid to miss one message, we never lift our eyes to drink in the scenery drawn for us. &nbsp; &nbsp; (A nonet is composed of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1212,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-77319","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77319","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\/1212"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=77319"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77319\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":77322,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77319\/revisions\/77322"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=77319"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=77319"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=77319"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}