{"id":90193,"date":"2021-06-26T12:10:57","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:10:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=90193"},"modified":"2021-06-26T12:10:57","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T16:10:57","slug":"its-hot-in-here","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/its-hot-in-here\/","title":{"rendered":"It’s Hot In Here"},"content":{"rendered":"

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The room was full of faces reminiscent of the past, each with memories etched into their skin.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Their skin told tales of the past.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The past is certain, the future is unknown; that\u2019s what makes it so great. If we knew what was coming next, why would we bother?<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We bother because predictability is often unrewarded, much like my time in this room.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My time in this room is a reflection. Nostalgia warms the heart, but it comes full of sadness and regret.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The last line is different; repeating sadness and repeat isn\u2019t healthy; just ask Sylvia.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Opening line credit: Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.\u00a0 The room was full of faces reminiscent of the past, each with memories etched into their skin.\u00a0 Their skin told tales…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2973,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90193","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90193","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\/2973"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90193"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90193\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90247,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90193\/revisions\/90247"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90193"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90193"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90193"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}