{"id":4546,"date":"2024-02-08T10:48:15","date_gmt":"2024-02-08T15:48:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=4546"},"modified":"2024-02-08T10:48:16","modified_gmt":"2024-02-08T15:48:16","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-253","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2024\/02\/08\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-253\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #253"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/02\/anastasiya-romanova-q-YdJfLTJC0-unsplash-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-4547\"\/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@nanichkar?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">Anastasiya Romanova<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/photos\/white-lotus-flowers-on-water-q-YdJfLTJC0?utm_content=creditCopyText&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_source=unsplash\">Unsplash<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<div style=\"height:50px\" aria-hidden=\"true\" class=\"wp-block-spacer\"><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">It has been a while since I have shared a Mary Oliver poem. I always enjoy her descriptions of the nature surrounding her. Her words provide such clear mental images and evoke feelings of peace even when the poems are not happy. I like the line &#8220;This is how it has been, and this is how it is&#8221;. It seems to combine the cyclical seasons with the cyclical nature of our lives. <\/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\">August of another summer, and once again\nI am drinking the sun\nand the lilies again are spread across the water.\nI know now what they want is to touch each other.\nI have not been here for many years\nduring which time I kept living my life.\nLike the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he \ncould sing,\nI wish I could sing.\nA little thanks from every throat would be\nappropriate.\nThis is how it has been, and this is how it is:\nAll my life I have been able to feel happiness,\nexcept whatever was not happiness,\nwhich I also remember.\nEach of us wears a shadow\nBut just now it is summer again\nand I am watching the lilies bow to each other,\nthen slide on the wind and the tug of desire,\nclose, close to one another,\nSoon now, I'll turn and start for home.\nAnd who knows, maybe I'll be singing. \n\nThe Pond\nMary Oliver<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It has been a while since I have shared a Mary Oliver poem. I always enjoy her descriptions of the nature surrounding her. Her words provide such clear mental images and evoke feelings of peace even when the poems are not happy. I like the line &#8220;This is how it has been, and this is how it is&#8221;. It seems to combine the cyclical seasons with the cyclical nature of our lives. August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water. I know now what they want is to touch each other. I have not been here for many years during which time I kept living my life. Like the heron, who can only croak, who wishes he could sing, I wish I could sing. A little thanks from every throat would be appropriate. This is how it has been, and this is how it is: All my life I have been able to feel happiness, except whatever was not happiness, which I also remember. Each of us wears a shadow But just now it is summer again and I am watching the lilies bow to each other, then slide on the wind and the tug of desire, close, close to one another, Soon now, I&#8217;ll turn and start for home. And who knows, maybe I&#8217;ll be singing. The Pond Mary Oliver<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4547,"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-4546","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\/4546","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=4546"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4546\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4549,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4546\/revisions\/4549"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4547"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4546"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4546"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4546"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}