{"id":90144,"date":"2021-06-26T12:06:47","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:06:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90144"},"modified":"2021-06-27T22:12:32","modified_gmt":"2021-06-28T02:12:32","slug":"poem-4-a-tribute-to-edgar-allan-poe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/poem-4-a-tribute-to-edgar-allan-poe\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 4: A Tribute to Edgar Allan Poe  &#8220;Fabric&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There are those dreary nights<\/p>\n<p>When one swears to hear tapping<\/p>\n<p>Out there, or in my beleaguered mind<\/p>\n<p>Fear, isolation, and other destructive blights<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Or is it a ghost<\/p>\n<p>After all, I lived and loved<\/p>\n<p>Made glaring mistakes in my lust<\/p>\n<p>those of which I should not boast<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The radiance, beauty and dare<\/p>\n<p>That voice so wild and untamed<\/p>\n<p>The way she entered the room<\/p>\n<p>like a Greek statue, arms aflare<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I keep hurdling in anxious temptation<\/p>\n<p>Is there a greeting, within my tortured soul<\/p>\n<p>My heart beating, in a doomful cry<\/p>\n<p>the pounding, I fear, is my final Damnation<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is a rise in me<\/p>\n<p>some misty apparition of hope<\/p>\n<p>So I did take advantage of my aging feet<\/p>\n<p>and checked the door to see<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Before me, a milky darkness<\/p>\n<p>There was silence, yet a silky flow<\/p>\n<p>Strange threads of white<\/p>\n<p>teasing me, and my moral starkness<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Two golden wings appeared, waving<\/p>\n<p>and then turned to black<\/p>\n<p>Speeding off or disappearing<\/p>\n<p>I could not tell in gasping breathes craving<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The story was told<\/p>\n<p>but the end was in my room<\/p>\n<p>As I turned to see a wedding dress<\/p>\n<p>tattered and cold<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There are those dreary nights When one swears to hear tapping Out there, or in my beleaguered mind Fear, isolation, and other destructive blights &nbsp; Or is it a ghost After all, I lived and loved Made glaring mistakes in my lust those of which&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1447,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90144","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90144","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\/1447"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90144"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90144\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":103504,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90144\/revisions\/103504"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90144"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90144"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90144"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}