{"id":86218,"date":"2021-06-27T01:00:04","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=86218"},"modified":"2021-03-04T14:28:40","modified_gmt":"2021-03-04T19:28:40","slug":"prompt-for-hour-seventeen-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/prompt-for-hour-seventeen-5\/","title":{"rendered":"Prompt for Hour Seventeen"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Text Prompt<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Use one of these quotes as a jumping off point.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.&#8221; &#8211; Natalie Diaz<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI stopped thinking about extreme grief as the sole vehicle for great art when the grief started to take people with it.\u201d &#8211; Hanif Abdurraqib<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Books were safer than other people anyway.&#8221;\u00a0 &#8211; Neil Gaiman<\/p>\n<p><strong>Image Prompt<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-86219\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eirik-skarstein-h05m6ZoZvyI-unsplash-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"2048\" height=\"2560\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eirik-skarstein-h05m6ZoZvyI-unsplash-scaled.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eirik-skarstein-h05m6ZoZvyI-unsplash-240x300.jpg 240w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eirik-skarstein-h05m6ZoZvyI-unsplash-819x1024.jpg 819w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eirik-skarstein-h05m6ZoZvyI-unsplash-768x960.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eirik-skarstein-h05m6ZoZvyI-unsplash-1229x1536.jpg 1229w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/eirik-skarstein-h05m6ZoZvyI-unsplash-1639x2048.jpg 1639w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 2048px) 100vw, 2048px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Text Prompt Use one of these quotes as a jumping off point. \u201cI am begging: Let me be lonely but not invisible.&#8221; &#8211; Natalie Diaz \u201cI stopped thinking about extreme grief as the sole vehicle for great art when the grief started to take people&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":66,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-86218","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86218","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\/66"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=86218"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86218\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":86220,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86218\/revisions\/86220"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86218"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86218"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86218"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}