{"id":89232,"date":"2021-06-26T11:26:47","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:26:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=89232"},"modified":"2021-06-26T11:26:47","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T15:26:47","slug":"hour-three-write-a-poem-with-a-line-repeating-three-times-a-final-close-with-a-variant-of-that-line","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-three-write-a-poem-with-a-line-repeating-three-times-a-final-close-with-a-variant-of-that-line\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Three: Write a Poem With a Line Repeating Three Times \/ A Final Close with a Variant of That Line"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>Scrawled in the yearbook are forever promises of people I've now forgotten.\u00a0\r\nWhich exact Mary informed me I was \"sweet\" then drew a flower?\r\nI can't recall the \"fun times in Spanish Club\" over forty years later. \r\n\r\nScrawled in the yearbook are forever promises of people I've now forgotten. \r\nWhich football player did I admire from afar? I remember the feeling but not the face. \r\nWhy did I overlook those next to me in theater and debate? \r\n\r\nScrawled in the yearbook are forever promises of people I've now forgotten.\r\nAfternoons of painting scenery, running laps, learning poems now echo in my memory. \r\nWe shyly interacted then hurried home to essays, multiplication tables, and notecards.\r\n\r\nBoisterous and buoyant or timid and tender, we learned about first jobs and first loves.\r\nWe idealize those days, yet we remain those growing teens even now.  \r\nQuarterbacks now teach immigrants and refugees; beauty queens have become grandmothers. \r\nWe set stages and memorize roles for work as accountants, custodians, engineers, or counselors. \r\nYet some do not continue.\r\n\r\nGunshots, depression, sudden illness, or freak accidents claimed some of us, \r\nnow forever remembered as thirteen to eighteen, young and full of the life we others \r\nremember and reach back to hold and reclaim and live in spirit. \r\nCaptured in the yearbooks are timeless moments of those whom we can never forget. \r\n\r\n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Scrawled in the yearbook are forever promises of people I&#8217;ve now forgotten.\u00a0 Which exact Mary informed me I was &#8220;sweet&#8221; then drew a flower? I can&#8217;t recall the &#8220;fun times in Spanish Club&#8221; over forty years later. Scrawled in the yearbook are forever promises of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1019,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89232","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89232","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\/1019"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=89232"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89232\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":89615,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89232\/revisions\/89615"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89232"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89232"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89232"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}