{"id":92062,"date":"2021-06-26T14:32:18","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:32:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92062"},"modified":"2021-06-26T14:32:18","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:32:18","slug":"216","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/216\/","title":{"rendered":"21~6"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>without a sound<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>i never heard<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>a quiet<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>that deafens\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>so loudly<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>hurting my ears<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>until the day i went<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>from here to there<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>standing on the edge<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>of a cliff<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>listening<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>into the wilderness<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>of the past<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>out west<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>my foot<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>one step to the next<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>worn center stones<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>ancient peoples\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>everywhere<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>if only you looked<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>with your mind<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>softly<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>quietly<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>reverently<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>hearing them roar<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><em>without making a sound<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>without a sound i never heard a quiet that deafens\u00a0 so loudly &nbsp; hurting my ears &nbsp; until the day i went from here to there standing on the edge of a cliff &nbsp; listening &nbsp; into the wilderness of the past out west &nbsp;&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":241,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92062","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92062","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\/241"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92062"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92062\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":92305,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92062\/revisions\/92305"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92062"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92062"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92062"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}