{"id":96104,"date":"2021-06-26T19:52:57","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T23:52:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=96104"},"modified":"2021-07-12T15:50:45","modified_gmt":"2021-07-12T19:50:45","slug":"saturday-morning-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/saturday-morning-art\/","title":{"rendered":"Saturday Morning Art"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><strong>POEM 11<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>It stains my heart with colors mimicking life on my little paint boards, not canvas just small hard paper boards. I&#8217;ve had these paints for years, drying into softer hues in their bent metal cups.<\/p>\n<p>My brown speckled bird eggs look like they could hatch any minute, but they are only papier-m\u00e2ch\u00e9. Made not by me, no. I got them at the art store in a bin filled<\/p>\n<p>With what-nots.<\/p>\n<p>I must have made my way out here for years, sitting in my rickety bamboo chair at this faded oak table, with the peeling white paint. This back porch has been a<\/p>\n<p>Sanctuary for years. It has been rescreened and rescreened and rescreened.. Now I sit with my blocks of paint and the little silk Ivy and fake moss and pipe cleaners,<\/p>\n<p>About to fill a clay pot with some semblance of nature. As my earbuds stream Les Mis\u00e9rables (the British cast) into my brain. I can smell the chalky water colors as my<\/p>\n<p>Interest wanes. I managed to splash a nondescript yellow flower fuzzy with orange specks onto each board. I got lost in time and produced them in a trance.<\/p>\n<p>Somehow I formed these drops of sunshine onto the boards with my eyes in a myopic glaze. I&#8217;ll frame them, to hang above kitchen stove.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>POEM 11 It stains my heart with colors mimicking life on my little paint boards, not canvas just small hard paper boards. I&#8217;ve had these paints for years, drying into softer hues in their bent metal cups. My brown speckled bird eggs look like they&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3452,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-96104","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96104","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\/3452"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=96104"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96104\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104373,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/96104\/revisions\/104373"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=96104"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=96104"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=96104"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}