{"id":93749,"date":"2021-06-26T17:00:14","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:00:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=93749"},"modified":"2021-06-26T17:00:14","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:00:14","slug":"the-woman-thinks-half-marathon-hour-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/the-woman-thinks-half-marathon-hour-9\/","title":{"rendered":"The Woman Thinks (Half Marathon Hour 9)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Michellia Wilson<br \/>\nPoetry Marathon Hour 9 (2021)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>THE WOMAN THINKS<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The interests of the woman,<br \/>\nalone more than twenty years,<br \/>\nmusters poor judgement<br \/>\non the stage of the world.<\/p>\n<p>She questions the fog<br \/>\nrolling yonder over far away hills,<br \/>\nso thick,<br \/>\nthe moisture dowses her skin &#8211;<br \/>\nall on an autumn morning.<\/p>\n<p>She makes her feeble decisions<br \/>\nabout life with a pause,<br \/>\nshe lights a hemp roll, inhales,<br \/>\nand coughs deeply,<br \/>\nin the morning dew.<\/p>\n<p>No one told her there would be<br \/>\ndays when the void<br \/>\noutside her being,<br \/>\nwould largely match the void<br \/>\ninside her soul.<\/p>\n<p>Her day has just begun<br \/>\nand daylight is full In it\u2019s fogginess &#8211;<br \/>\nthe woman coughs again,<br \/>\nsnubs the butt and enters<br \/>\ninto a day of chores.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Michellia Wilson Poetry Marathon Hour 9 (2021) &nbsp; THE WOMAN THINKS The interests of the woman, alone more than twenty years, musters poor judgement on the stage of the world. She questions the fog rolling yonder over far away hills, so thick, the moisture dowses&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-93749","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93749","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\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=93749"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93749\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":94303,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/93749\/revisions\/94303"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=93749"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=93749"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=93749"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}