{"id":12175,"date":"2015-03-31T21:15:25","date_gmt":"2015-04-01T01:15:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.quiltr.com\/?p=12175"},"modified":"2015-03-31T21:15:25","modified_gmt":"2015-04-01T01:15:25","slug":"the-eve-of-napowrimo-and-april","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/?p=12175","title":{"rendered":"The Eve of NaPoWriMo and April"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I like this little tradition of writing an <a href=\"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/?p=4646\" title=\"The eve of April\">eve of April<\/a> poem just before the start of National Poetry Writing Month. I had written a poem earlier today and when I read the offered prompt of &#8220;why not try writing your own poem that begins &#8216;I guess it\u2019s too late to live on a farm&#8217;?&#8221;  That wasn&#8217;t quite the direction my second poem took but it turned the same corner.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Too late I guess, to live the road<br \/>\nwhere all is fresh at every turn?<br \/>\nNo glancing backward in the mirror<br \/>\nat the recent past receding.<br \/>\nEven as the road goes I would go there,<br \/>\nnew ways, new folk, and new tales only<br \/>\nand never miss the ag\u00e9d chair,<br \/>\nthe well-worn, paint-less step,<br \/>\nthe old cat shining on the floor,<br \/>\nthe familiar dishes by the sink.<br \/>\nEach day, new and new again<br \/>\nuntil with neither sigh nor sadness<br \/>\nI&#8217;d meet the past anew as new again:<br \/>\nand stay a moment, then move on.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Too late I guess, to live the road <a href=\"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/?p=12175\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_share_on_mastodon":"0"},"categories":[13,65],"tags":[541],"class_list":["post-12175","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-do-the-work","category-napowrimo","tag-napowrimo"],"share_on_mastodon":{"url":"","error":""},"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p3FVAs-3an","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12175","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12175"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12175\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12176,"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12175\/revisions\/12176"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12175"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12175"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quiltr.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12175"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}