{"id":92242,"date":"2021-06-26T14:39:35","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T18:39:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92242"},"modified":"2021-06-26T15:19:44","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:19:44","slug":"hour-six-red-light-musings-image-prompt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/hour-six-red-light-musings-image-prompt\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 6 &#8211; Red Light Musings (image prompt)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Outside the car<\/p>\n<p>Inside the water<\/p>\n<p>I see a ladder to nowhere.<\/p>\n<p>If I could climb it,<\/p>\n<p>do you think I could find<\/p>\n<p>Where nowhere truly is?<\/p>\n<p>Could I curl up in nowhere<\/p>\n<p>And rest at last<\/p>\n<p>Away from those who hurt me?<\/p>\n<p>Does nowhere have an edge,<\/p>\n<p>A circumference where it ends,<\/p>\n<p>And could I truly find its middle?<\/p>\n<p>I would love to just enjoy myself<\/p>\n<p>Living there with my thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>Maybe I could finally untangle them<\/p>\n<p>Weed out the bad ones and make them good?<\/p>\n<p><em>&#8220;Stop touching the glass, it&#8217;ll get dirty.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>My thoughts interrupted as mom keeps driving<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\">We got a green light&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-92250\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jonathan-adams-Nbt7kwQMQ80-unsplash-1229x1536-1-240x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jonathan-adams-Nbt7kwQMQ80-unsplash-1229x1536-1-240x300.jpg 240w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jonathan-adams-Nbt7kwQMQ80-unsplash-1229x1536-1-819x1024.jpg 819w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jonathan-adams-Nbt7kwQMQ80-unsplash-1229x1536-1-768x960.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/jonathan-adams-Nbt7kwQMQ80-unsplash-1229x1536-1.jpg 1229w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Outside the car Inside the water I see a ladder to nowhere. If I could climb it, do you think I could find Where nowhere truly is? Could I curl up in nowhere And rest at last Away from those who hurt me? Does nowhere&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":873,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92242","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92242","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\/873"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92242"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92242\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":92940,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92242\/revisions\/92940"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92242"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92242"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92242"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}