{"id":98987,"date":"2021-06-26T23:34:10","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:34:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=98987"},"modified":"2021-06-26T23:34:10","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T03:34:10","slug":"when-i-wished-i-had-said-yes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/when-i-wished-i-had-said-yes\/","title":{"rendered":"When I wished I had said yes"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<div dir=\"auto\"><\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">After my mother left, I forgot the written things,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">that part that speaks to me became obsolete.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">There was a spirit breaking the pod of a kolanut.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Forgive me, dear Lord for this confession.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I was a mere boy, in the middle of a dark night,<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">gifted a box of grief. I did not want to share.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I wanted pain to end with me in the grave<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">but my grandma wouldn&#8217;t allow me go alone.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">Picture a school of graves in my family yard.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">I rose the sun in my mouth and embalm it.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">You won&#8217;t see me gnashing my teeth before her<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">or in the presence a man who was also a dry bush<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">because grief is fire_ it burns wild with air.<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">If I had said yes when I wanted to, who knows<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">something written would have found fulfilment<\/div>\n<div dir=\"auto\">in my passing. Perhaps, it wouldn&#8217;t.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>After my mother left, I forgot the written things, that part that speaks to me became obsolete. There was a spirit breaking the pod of a kolanut. Forgive me, dear Lord for this confession. I was a mere boy, in the middle of a dark&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1398,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-98987","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98987","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=98987"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98987\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":98995,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/98987\/revisions\/98995"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=98987"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=98987"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=98987"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}