{"id":97863,"date":"2021-06-26T21:17:43","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T01:17:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=97863"},"modified":"2021-07-04T03:50:46","modified_gmt":"2021-07-04T07:50:46","slug":"nostalgic-whist","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/nostalgic-whist\/","title":{"rendered":"HOUR 14 Nostalgic Whist"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Nostalgic Whist<\/p>\n<p>Exhilaration flares in his own anticipation,<br \/>\nUnaware that I have completed a thorough investigation,<br \/>\nLocated the weakness, identified my trump card,<br \/>\nAnd am eager to play.<\/p>\n<p>Enthusiasm for the game\u2019s degradation,<br \/>\nUnwittingly suspecting my abject failure, poor stakes indeed,<br \/>\nNostalgia, his only childhood friend and confident,<br \/>\nSucculent in his ignorance.<\/p>\n<p>My hand is played, the aces polished and laid,<br \/>\nOnly friend, aside from our strange dalliance, only friend.<br \/>\nLost in time to sentimental memories, but still treasured,<br \/>\nChris\u2019s chips are down.<\/p>\n<p>Driver by trade, effortless to entrap in the merciless snare,<br \/>\nSummoned by a phone call, self-employed, others unaware.<br \/>\nInnocent by no means, a secret penchant for the bottle,<br \/>\nAccidents in the rear-view mirror.<\/p>\n<p>I hand my beloved enemy the number,<br \/>\n\u2018The punishment must fit the crime,\u2019 I remind,<br \/>\n\u2018In the wine cellar below you will find a wine press,<br \/>\nThis must be the tool of his demise.\u2019<br \/>\nI quell my urge to laugh, sweet is my revenge!<br \/>\nSurely Dyer-Bolique has not been so thorough,<br \/>\nSurely my aces have trumped his hand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nostalgic Whist Exhilaration flares in his own anticipation, Unaware that I have completed a thorough investigation, Located the weakness, identified my trump card, And am eager to play. Enthusiasm for the game\u2019s degradation, Unwittingly suspecting my abject failure, poor stakes indeed, Nostalgia, his only childhood&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":278,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-97863","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97863","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\/278"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=97863"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97863\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":99342,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/97863\/revisions\/99342"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=97863"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=97863"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=97863"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}