{"id":99657,"date":"2021-06-27T01:05:16","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T05:05:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99657"},"modified":"2021-06-27T02:22:33","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T06:22:33","slug":"petals-unfolding-hour-17","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/petals-unfolding-hour-17\/","title":{"rendered":"Petals Unfolding (Hour 17)"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">A hand reaches to feel the solidity of life beneath it. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The granite anchor of presence, promise, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">dependable occupancy. <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the awakening flower unfurls, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a body breathes deep as the dress falls, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to embrace warmth, widow and widower, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">touching a song inside one another, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">to feel cells thriving beneath our lips, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">a swelling river pouring forth, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">an appreciation of deep energy, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the romantic corpse of our paralysis, garlanded, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in a circle of candles, <\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">on the altar of guilty survivors. <\/span>\r\n\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">How sweet is breath!<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">How lovely the warmth of skin!<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">How bitter the only offering we can give.<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But the heart remembers<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The mind pulls through the center<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Petals falling<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Surrendering to life again.<\/span><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A hand reaches to feel the solidity of life beneath it. The granite anchor of presence, promise, dependable occupancy. the awakening flower unfurls, a body breathes deep as the dress falls, to embrace warmth, widow and widower, touching a song inside one another, to feel&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":965,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-99657","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99657","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\/965"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99657"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99657\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":100310,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99657\/revisions\/100310"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99657"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99657"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99657"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}