{"id":8253,"date":"2015-06-13T12:55:53","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T16:55:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8253"},"modified":"2015-06-14T19:27:54","modified_gmt":"2015-06-14T23:27:54","slug":"hour-four-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/hour-four-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Four"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"entry-content\">\n<p>Write a poem that belongs to a specific genre, ie: a science fiction poem, a fantasy poem, a romance poem, etc. . . Feel free to use cliches, or subvert them!<br \/>\n&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>They, with lips tangled,<br \/>\ngrasping at the nothingness<br \/>\nof Love\u2014ultimately only<br \/>\ntasting lust\u2014seize a moment<br \/>\nat the sun\u2019s wake.<br \/>\nA procession of coffins,<br \/>\nfilled with nightmares,<br \/>\ntrips into the scene.<br \/>\nTraffic jams are stemming<br \/>\nout, branches on a tree of<br \/>\nconfusion\u2026 And the light<br \/>\nreads red.<br \/>\nLovers tick away at old<br \/>\ncookoo clocks, greedy for<br \/>\nanother bird song. But<br \/>\nno birds will wake without<br \/>\na greeting from sunrise.<br \/>\nSlipping into a deafening<br \/>\nchorus of cosmic composition,<br \/>\nthree lovers grip at their hearts<br \/>\ntrying to resuscitate their souls.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Write a poem that belongs to a specific genre, ie: a science fiction poem, a fantasy poem, a romance poem, etc. . . Feel free to use cliches, or subvert them! &#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212; They, with lips tangled, grasping at the nothingness of Love\u2014ultimately only tasting lust\u2014seize&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":662,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8253","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8253","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\/662"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8253"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8253\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14888,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8253\/revisions\/14888"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8253"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8253"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8253"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}