{"id":94368,"date":"2021-06-26T17:04:16","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:04:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=94368"},"modified":"2021-06-26T17:04:16","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:04:16","slug":"a-call","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/a-call\/","title":{"rendered":"A Call"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I had only imagined a world where everything is born<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">with a wing, rainbow touching it&#8217;s feathers<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and every song is sang in the voice of a happy bird.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Grief these days is fire burning a wet field.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">That the world in my poem is perfect doesn&#8217;t<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">make me the word, a god pronounced by God.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">How everything came to be remain a mystery to me.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">A masquerade unveils his mask before me<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">and I am still having difficulty recognising him<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">as my ancestor. This is where I first decode the lies<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">in the tale my grandpa told me.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Unlike the ones passed down to me, what was written<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">pushes me closer to truth about the miracle of growth.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I grow faith in my dream first,\u00a0 like the root of a tree<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">in Lebanon. And I am wanting water in reality.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I do not know if going back to sleep would quench<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">this fire on my tongue. But I sure know there&#8217;s a guttural voice calling for to sleep.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had only imagined a world where everything is born with a wing, rainbow touching it&#8217;s feathers and every song is sang in the voice of a happy bird. Grief these days is fire burning a wet field. That the world in my poem is&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1398,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94368","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94368","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\/1398"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=94368"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94368\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":94381,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94368\/revisions\/94381"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=94368"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=94368"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=94368"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}