{"id":88056,"date":"2021-06-26T10:03:31","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:03:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=88056"},"modified":"2021-06-26T10:07:26","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T14:07:26","slug":"stop","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/stop\/","title":{"rendered":"Stop (Prompt 1) 2021"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was never sure when to get off,<br \/>\nFirst i was in Norway and was struck by how strong and caring it was,<br \/>\nBut I felt bored, was uncomfortable ans surprised to not be moving,<br \/>\nThen I drifted through Canada &#8211; never actually stopping, felt too stunned by leaving Norway.<br \/>\nMoving on I passed to Israel, there I spoke like friends for months before I actually got off,<br \/>\nWhen I did it was difficult as I knew her all too well,<br \/>\nShe pushed me on snd vanished behind me and the trip continued on ahead.<br \/>\nSome stops were so minor and short they don\u2019t even count, others I yearned for but didn\u2019t hold me back, always compelled to keep on going, if I didn\u2019t stop for long I couldn\u2019t get old.<br \/>\nBack in London after much getting around,<br \/>\nYet Moscow came and stopped in my life,<br \/>\nFelt like Norway again,<br \/>\nWas so impressed, excited and yet insecure and harsh,<br \/>\nOne day Moscow had enough, and it\u2019s turned cold and was no longer a place to stay,<br \/>\nPoland came next in an overlapping stop, rhyming names which everyone forgot.<br \/>\nSomething inside me made it hard to stay, anywhere at all, and clung inside my moving place,<br \/>\nPushing at the place I was, always thinking of the next place to go, rarely appreciating where I was, so never really being anywhere at all,<br \/>\nLater constructing with photos memories which otherwise seem like someone else\u2019s,<br \/>\nCursing myself to trudge on,<br \/>\nThen taking myself far away, Armenia in America supposedly a permanent place to stay,<br \/>\nYet how volatile that was and restricted-depressed I couldn\u2019t really stay,<br \/>\nHow it felt at those times how badly my stop fit me, yet nowhere worked so a vagabond I went,<br \/>\nI left Armenia afraid, like I almost escaped and then needed to move for some time,<br \/>\nLike a cruise ship with a day stop I went surveying traveling a few new bays,<br \/>\nTrying at last to reflect inside,<br \/>\nLike seeing the world and the outside.<br \/>\nI stayed again in America, first fleeting, uncommitted and yet finally trying to remain,<br \/>\nI don\u2019t think that being in one place,<br \/>\nIs the ultimate goal in this transitory life,<br \/>\nYet being forced to run and never slow down,<br \/>\nIs exhausting<br \/>\nAnd even the colors blur from motion,<br \/>\nI learned so much from the places I went,<br \/>\nHumbled in awe and learning to remain,<br \/>\nKnowing that even this longest journey must end.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was never sure when to get off, First i was in Norway and was struck by how strong and caring it was, But I felt bored, was uncomfortable ans surprised to not be moving, Then I drifted through Canada &#8211; never actually stopping, felt&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1431,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-88056","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88056","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\/1431"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=88056"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88056\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":88423,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/88056\/revisions\/88423"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=88056"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=88056"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=88056"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}