{"id":92670,"date":"2021-06-26T15:33:09","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:33:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=92670"},"modified":"2021-06-26T15:34:11","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T19:34:11","slug":"old-and-new-normal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/old-and-new-normal\/","title":{"rendered":"old and new normal"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>once upon a time<br \/>\nwhen all the poems rhymed<br \/>\nthere was a porridge called normal<\/p>\n<p>for breakfast folks imbibed<br \/>\nas poets verses scribed<br \/>\nand days unfolded generally quite formal<\/p>\n<p>by lunch there was a yearning<br \/>\nbut at jobs the folks were earning<br \/>\nthe cash they would need to keep up with the Joneses<\/p>\n<p>for the afternoon the clocks kept ticking<br \/>\nthe minutes passed with predictable flicking<br \/>\nfor the jobs they had, they often bemoaned it<\/p>\n<p>once home the drinks were poured<br \/>\nthey all imbibed for they were bored<br \/>\nthe certainty of normal lacked inspiration and diversity<\/p>\n<p>until for breakfast they did plan<br \/>\nalong with poems that were banned<br \/>\nsome porridge mixed with flax, creativity, and hyperbole<\/p>\n<p>a bit of critical thinking in the mix<br \/>\ncolonial problems needing to be fixed<br \/>\nwho defines what&#8217;s normal began to change<\/p>\n<p>deconstruction was enabled<br \/>\nflourishing for all was never tabled<br \/>\ninclusion for all expanded normal&#8217;s range<\/p>\n<p>but now we talk new normal<br \/>\nwhich means we are standing at a portal<br \/>\nwhere humanity values all who are self-aware<\/p>\n<p>and the poems, like the breakfasts<br \/>\nare a bit challenging with their fresh twists<br \/>\nbut now normal means transforming, and not stuck there<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>once upon a time when all the poems rhymed there was a porridge called normal for breakfast folks imbibed as poets verses scribed and days unfolded generally quite formal by lunch there was a yearning but at jobs the folks were earning the cash they&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":803,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92670","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92670","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\/803"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=92670"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92670\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":93114,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92670\/revisions\/93114"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=92670"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=92670"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=92670"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}