{"id":81750,"date":"2020-10-14T15:08:39","date_gmt":"2020-10-14T19:08:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=81750"},"modified":"2020-10-14T15:08:39","modified_gmt":"2020-10-14T19:08:39","slug":"as-water","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/10\/as-water\/","title":{"rendered":"As Water"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Delicate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The purple flowers along the stream<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Shrivel under your step<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The wind tearing at my hair makes it impossible to see the hillside path ahead. Soon enough the rain washes away the horizon. I am as water, rushed into the ocean with the stream.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Steadfast.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Our Ocean keeps breath in your lungs<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Against all odds, you survive.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It\u2019s a fantastic world; alien and beautiful. Time is not measured here, and everything seems to be a work of art; thoughtfully assembled, priceless and unique. It\u2019s an impossible realm, yet so close to home for those who seek it . . .<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Displaced,<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You are carried back to shore. You\u00a0 wake up to the warmth of sun-dried rocks against your skin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">You step onto the unfamiliar land.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Everything you know, washed away . . .<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Return.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Run back to the ocean, with your heart overflowing<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Into a River of Joy, which you can follow to your destiny.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Delicate. The purple flowers along the stream Shrivel under your step &nbsp; The wind tearing at my hair makes it impossible to see the hillside path ahead. Soon enough the rain washes away the horizon. I am as water, rushed into the ocean with the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1488,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-81750","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81750","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\/1488"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=81750"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81750\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":81751,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/81750\/revisions\/81751"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81750"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=81750"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=81750"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}