{"id":7743,"date":"2015-06-13T12:24:43","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T16:24:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7743"},"modified":"2015-06-13T12:24:43","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T16:24:43","slug":"father","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/father\/","title":{"rendered":"Father"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In an old computer that I used I found your poetry,<br \/>\nThe image of a room,<br \/>\nI don\u2019t remember rhyme or form but four bare walls sit with me still.<br \/>\nNo light or sound in that room you built,<br \/>\nBut silent echoes still rebound.<br \/>\nI chase your mind from birth to now and try and see the underneath.<br \/>\nI turn my own thoughts next to yours, to see reflection into me.<br \/>\nIn all the stories I was told,<br \/>\nAll the lies lie next to me.<br \/>\nBefore memory came love,<br \/>\nLove in controlled doses,<br \/>\nEven to the others share,<br \/>\nBut I never cared.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In an old computer that I used I found your poetry, The image of a room, I don\u2019t remember rhyme or form but four bare walls sit with me still. No light or sound in that room you built, But silent echoes still rebound. I&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":343,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7743","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7743","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\/343"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7743"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7743\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8074,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7743\/revisions\/8074"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7743"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7743"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7743"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}