Michellia Wilson
\nPoetry Marathon Hour 4 (2021)<\/p>\n
A HUNGRY LIFE<\/strong><\/p>\n My heart beats Only for admirers does the Never, in my heart, is life just enough- Michellia Wilson Poetry Marathon Hour 4 (2021) A HUNGRY LIFE My heart beats in rhythm of an intense hunger, on the banks the willows share their ruffles hovering over a moving lake. Only for admirers does the glistening pond lap against a grassy edge on…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-89494","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89494","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\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=89494"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89494\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90114,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/89494\/revisions\/90114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=89494"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=89494"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=89494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nin rhythm of an intense hunger,
\non the banks the willows
\nshare their ruffles hovering over
\na moving lake.<\/p>\n
\nglistening pond lap against
\na grassy edge on a cold noon.
\nI know this place well –
\nlife in the water mills around
\nthe murky water
\nand an occasional Heron glides
\neasily over the platter of fish
\nbelow the glassy cloche.<\/p>\n
\nThe breaths I take above
\nthe water falls full circle
\nwith the trees and the water.
\nLife is hungry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"