{"id":3206,"date":"2021-02-11T08:43:42","date_gmt":"2021-02-11T13:43:42","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=3206"},"modified":"2021-02-11T08:43:50","modified_gmt":"2021-02-11T13:43:50","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-119","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2021\/02\/11\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-119\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #119"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/02\/glenn-carstens-peters-tT_SrSMhhgE-unsplash-1-1024x681.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-3207\"\/><figcaption>Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@glenncarstenspeters?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Glenn Carstens-Peters<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/rainy-night?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">My son walked by and asked what I was writing about. I told him I was writing my 118th (this was last week) <em>Poem for a Thursday<\/em> post. He looked vaguely baffled and asked if I had really been able to come up with 118 poems that I like. Why yes, yes, I have. I am just as surprised by that as he is.  Actually, I have an entire list of poems saved that I would like to feature one day. What has happened to me and where has my previously poem-neutral self gone? Today&#8217;s poem caught my attention because of the phrase &#8220;the small applause of rain.&#8221; I really like that. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">I wake to the small applause \nof rain, then sleep again\n\nand somewhere between dusk\nand dawn a curtain falls and rises.\n\nMy dreams carry me\non their shifting backs\n\nas if I were the round earth\nbalanced on the back of the tortoise\n\nwhich pulls its head in now, safe and dry\nwithin its perfect mosaic.\n\nListen:  it is raining;\nthere is applause.\n\nI must take my bows\nand cross the swaying bridge suspended\n\nbetween sleep \nand what is coming next.\n\nThe Crossing \nRichard Brautigan<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My son walked by and asked what I was writing about. I told him I was writing my 118th (this was last week) Poem for a Thursday post. He looked vaguely baffled and asked if I had really been able to come up with 118 poems that I like. Why yes, yes, I have. I am just as surprised by that as he is. Actually, I have an entire list of poems saved that I would like to feature one day. What has happened to me and where has my previously poem-neutral self gone? Today&#8217;s poem caught my attention because of the phrase &#8220;the small applause of rain.&#8221; I really like that. I wake to the small applause of rain, then sleep again and somewhere between dusk and dawn a curtain falls and rises. My dreams carry me on their shifting backs as if I were the round earth balanced on the back of the tortoise which pulls its head in now, safe and dry within its perfect mosaic. Listen: it is raining; there is applause. I must take my bows and cross the swaying bridge suspended between sleep and what is coming next. 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