{"id":33,"date":"2020-06-25T13:58:00","date_gmt":"2020-06-25T13:58:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/06\/25\/a-poem-for-thursday-87\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T20:37:47","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T20:37:47","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-87","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2020\/06\/25\/a-poem-for-thursday-87\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #87"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Photo by\u00a0<\/span>Charlie Harutaka<\/a>\u00a0on\u00a0<\/span>Unsplash<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

This is what I appreciate about poetry. A few words can say so much more than they do on the surface. Poetry is the use of words to create images and emotion. All writing is, I suppose, but poetry frequently does it so concisely.\u00a0 I love this.<\/p>\n

In the end,<\/i>
\nit was nothing more\u00a0<\/i>
\nthan the toy boat of a boy<\/i>
\non the local park’s lake,<\/i>
\nwhere I walked with you.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nBut I knelt down<\/i>
\nto watch it arrive,<\/i>
\nits white sail shy<\/i>
\nwith amber light,<\/i>
\nthe late sun\u00a0<\/i>
\nbronzing the wave<\/i>
\nthat lifted it up,<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nmy ship coming in<\/i>
\nwith its cargo of joy.<\/i>
\n
\n<\/i>
\nShip<\/i>
\nCarol Ann Duffy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Charlie Harutaka\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash This is what I appreciate about poetry. A few words can say so much more than they do on the surface. Poetry is the use of words to create images and emotion. All writing is, I suppose, but poetry frequently does it so concisely.\u00a0 I love this. In the end, it was nothing more\u00a0 than the toy boat of a boy on the local park’s lake, where I walked with you. But I knelt down to watch it arrive, its white sail shy with amber light, the late sun\u00a0 bronzing the wave that lifted it up, my ship coming in with its cargo of joy. Ship Carol Ann Duffy<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1906,"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-33","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\/33","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=33"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2484,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33\/revisions\/2484"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1906"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}