{"id":18,"date":"2020-09-03T13:36:00","date_gmt":"2020-09-03T13:36:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/09\/03\/a-poem-for-thursday-96\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T20:31:23","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T20:31:23","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-96","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/09\/03\/a-poem-for-thursday-96\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #96"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Photo by\u00a0<\/span>Kalon<\/a>\u00a0on\u00a0<\/span>Unsplash<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

I have featured Tony Hoagland before here<\/a>. I think I like his poetry because it creates such a clear mental picture of the scene he is describing. Maybe that is what I like about poetry in general. It is like a snapshot of an image or an emotion.<\/p>\n

She goes out to hang the windchime<\/i>
\nin her nightie and her work boots.<\/i>
\nIt’s six-thirty in the morning<\/i>
\nand she’s standing on the plastic ice chest<\/i>
\ntiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch,<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nwindchime in her left hand,<\/i>
\nhammer in her right, the nail<\/i>
\ngripped tight between her teeth<\/i>
\nbut nothing happens next because<\/i>
\nshe’s trying to figure out\u00a0<\/i>
\nhow to switch #1 with #3.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nShe must have been standing in the kitchen,<\/i>
\ncoffee in her hand, asleep,<\/i>
\nwhen she heard it–the wind blowing<\/i>
\nthrough the sound the windchime<\/i>
\nwasn’t making<\/i>
\nbecause it wasn’t there.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nNo one, including me, especially believes<\/i>
\ntill death do us part,<\/i>
\nbut I can see what I would miss in leaving–<\/i>
\nthe way her ankles go into the work boots<\/i>
\nas she stands on the ice chest;<\/i>
\nthe problem scrunched into her forehead;<\/i>
\nthe little kissable mouth\u00a0<\/i>
\nwith the nail in it.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nWindchime<\/i>
\nTony Hoagland<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Kalon\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash I have featured Tony Hoagland before here. I think I like his poetry because it creates such a clear mental picture of the scene he is describing. Maybe that is what I like about poetry in general. It is like a snapshot of an image or an emotion. She goes out to hang the windchime in her nightie and her work boots. It’s six-thirty in the morning and she’s standing on the plastic ice chest tiptoe to reach the crossbeam of the porch, windchime in her left hand, hammer in her right, the nail gripped tight between her teeth but nothing happens next because she’s trying to figure out\u00a0 how to switch #1 with #3. She must have been standing in the kitchen, coffee in her hand, asleep, when she heard it–the wind blowing through the sound the windchime wasn’t making because it wasn’t there. No one, including me, especially believes till death do us part, but I can see what I would miss in leaving– the way her ankles go into the work boots as she stands on the ice chest; the problem scrunched into her forehead; the little kissable mouth\u00a0 with the nail in it. Windchime Tony Hoagland<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1945,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2469,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18\/revisions\/2469"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1945"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}