{"id":5070,"date":"2025-11-13T19:48:04","date_gmt":"2025-11-14T00:48:04","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/?p=5070"},"modified":"2025-11-13T19:48:05","modified_gmt":"2025-11-14T00:48:05","slug":"a-poem-for-a-thursday-318","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2025\/11\/13\/a-poem-for-a-thursday-318\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #318"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/11\/nick-fewings-Omngyjdzpxk-unsplash-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-5071\"\/><\/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\">I had a bit of trouble picking a poem for today. That is not because I couldn&#8217;t find one I like, but because I can&#8217;t keep track of which ones I have featured. Three hundred and eighteen poems is a lot of poems. I finally settled on one by Barbara Crooker. I have featured her before but I did a search and I haven&#8217;t used this poem. It is such a lovely picture of a November day. <\/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\">Cold morning, November, taking a walk,<br>when up ahead, suddenly, the trees<br>unleave,<br>and thousands of starlings lift off, an<br>immense<br>river of noise; they braid and unbraid<br>themselves<br>over my head, the gray silk sky<br>embroidered<br>with black kisses, the whoosh of their<br>wings,<br>their chattering clatter, patterns<br>broken\/formed\/<br>reformed, a scarf of ragged ribbons.<br>Dumb\u2014<br>struck, mouth open, I say <em>holy<\/em> and I say<br><em>moley<\/em>,<br>and then, they're gone.<br><br>Murmuration<br>Barbara Crooker<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had a bit of trouble picking a poem for today. That is not because I couldn&#8217;t find one I like, but because I can&#8217;t keep track of which ones I have featured. Three hundred and eighteen poems is a lot of poems. I finally settled on one by Barbara Crooker. I have featured her before but I did a search and I haven&#8217;t used this poem. It is such a lovely picture of a November day. Cold morning, November, taking a walk,when up ahead, suddenly, the treesunleave,and thousands of starlings lift off, animmenseriver of noise; they braid and unbraidthemselvesover my head, the gray silk skyembroideredwith black kisses, the whoosh of theirwings,their chattering clatter, patternsbroken\/formed\/reformed, a scarf of ragged ribbons.Dumb\u2014struck, mouth open, I say holy and I saymoley,and then, they&#8217;re gone.MurmurationBarbara Crooker<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5071,"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-5070","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\/5070","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=5070"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5070\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5072,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5070\/revisions\/5072"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5071"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5070"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5070"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}