{"id":8713,"date":"2015-06-13T14:25:22","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T18:25:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=8713"},"modified":"2015-06-13T14:25:22","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T18:25:22","slug":"images-hour-6-204pm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/images-hour-6-204pm\/","title":{"rendered":"Images                         (hour 6, 2:04pm)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It is difficult to put into words.<\/p>\n<p>Images created are often<\/p>\n<p>chimeras,<\/p>\n<p>desert wishes on a long,<\/p>\n<p>overheated trek.<\/p>\n<p>Should I take the spoiled<\/p>\n<p>French bulldog?<\/p>\n<p>Wearing the sweatshirt<\/p>\n<p>like a fighter<\/p>\n<p>warming up,<\/p>\n<p>he is not where my<\/p>\n<p>gravity sits.<\/p>\n<p>The handful of moss<\/p>\n<p>without the eyes<\/p>\n<p>would have been better,<\/p>\n<p>for me, anyway,<\/p>\n<p>or perhaps not.<\/p>\n<p>Then there is the keyhole<\/p>\n<p>window onto the countryside.<\/p>\n<p>The tree, the tall, uncut grasses,<\/p>\n<p>the falling down<\/p>\n<p>of the stone structure.<\/p>\n<p>This last is most<\/p>\n<p>like me.<\/p>\n<p>I kid myself that though<\/p>\n<p>my running days are over,<\/p>\n<p>I can still hike.<\/p>\n<p>I can climb the Blue Ridge Mountains,<\/p>\n<p>or crawl the Appalachian Trail.<\/p>\n<p>And I will do this,<\/p>\n<p>through the pain of<\/p>\n<p>locking joints,<\/p>\n<p>the loss of synovial fluid<\/p>\n<p>in my knee,<\/p>\n<p>and the agony<\/p>\n<p>of losing forward.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe, one day,<\/p>\n<p>on some grassy, steep knoll,<\/p>\n<p>instead of walking down<\/p>\n<p>after climbing up, and feeling<\/p>\n<p>every grind of<\/p>\n<p>bone on bone,<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll simply tuck inside myself,<\/p>\n<p>and roll on down<\/p>\n<p>the hill.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It is difficult to put into words. Images created are often chimeras, desert wishes on a long, overheated trek. Should I take the spoiled French bulldog? Wearing the sweatshirt like a fighter warming up, he is not where my gravity sits. The handful of moss&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":264,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8713","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8713","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\/264"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8713"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8713\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8877,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8713\/revisions\/8877"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8713"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8713"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8713"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}