{"id":9373,"date":"2015-06-13T15:35:52","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:35:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=9373"},"modified":"2015-06-13T15:35:52","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T19:35:52","slug":"the-artist-by-the-shore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/the-artist-by-the-shore\/","title":{"rendered":"The Artist by the Shore"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the still of the night<br \/>\nAll I hear is the slight drizzle by the window<br \/>\nTiny droplets of rain making sounds as they fall on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>On this cool July evening<br \/>\nAlone in my room<br \/>\nStill can\u2019t bring myself to slumber,<br \/>\nMy mind starts to wander<br \/>\nHow I long to be in a far away island.<\/p>\n<p>Far away from this hustle and hurried life<br \/>\nLet time stop for a while as I dream on,<br \/>\nWalk bare footed on the white sand and watch the tiny waves playing like kids<br \/>\nAs the cold wind sweeps and caresses my warm cheeks.<\/p>\n<p>I dream of sitting by the seashore<br \/>\nWhere I can sketch the setting sun in all its glory and beauty<br \/>\nColorful hues of orange, yellow, red in my palette,<br \/>\nGentle strokes of the paintbrush as I get hypnotized by its aura<br \/>\nDistant mountains at the far horizon caught my eye<br \/>\nWondering how could I cross to the other side and be in another world.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m gonna play my music, too<br \/>\nBy the shore where the sound of the tides goes in rhythm with my heart<br \/>\nAppreciate the beautiful and astounding nature<br \/>\nCreated by God, His gift to mankind,<br \/>\nBy the shore is all I wanna be<br \/>\nSpending time as I wait<br \/>\nFor the sun to finally set in and bid it goodbye as I close my eyes and sleep.<\/p>\n<p>Author\/Poet Elizabeth E. Castillo<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the still of the night All I hear is the slight drizzle by the window Tiny droplets of rain making sounds as they fall on the ground. On this cool July evening Alone in my room Still can\u2019t bring myself to slumber, My mind&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":235,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9373","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\/235"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9373"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9373\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9405,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9373\/revisions\/9405"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}