{"id":22842,"date":"2013-10-22T07:30:57","date_gmt":"2013-10-21T18:30:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/?p=22842"},"modified":"2013-10-21T20:50:32","modified_gmt":"2013-10-21T07:50:32","slug":"tuesday-poem-today-your-house-is-cold","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2013\/10\/22\/tuesday-poem-today-your-house-is-cold\/","title":{"rendered":"Tuesday Poem: &#8220;Today, your house is cold&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong><\/strong>Today, your house is cold,<br \/>\nthe coffee bitter.<\/p>\n<p>Old leaves scatter,<br \/>\nskeletons beneath a ragged sky.<\/p>\n<p>A call \u2013<br \/>\nlate night voicemail<br \/>\nblinking from an unlit room \u2013<br \/>\ntold me<br \/>\nthat you were dying<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/span>asked me to come soon,<br \/>\nor not at all.<\/p>\n<p>There is no map<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/span>to chart this ocean,<br \/>\nno pilot star.<\/p>\n<p>I walk outside,<br \/>\ntip dregs<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.<\/span>onto drifted leaves<br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 Helen Lowe<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<h4>About The Poem:<\/h4>\n<p>I always feel that poems, in the end, have to speak for themselves. I shall let this one do just that.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/2011\/08\/30\/tuesday-poem-enchantress-of-numbers-by-helen-rickerby\/tuespoem\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-7519\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-7519\" title=\"TuesPoem\" src=\"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/08\/TuesPoem.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"120\" height=\"107\" \/><\/a>To read the featured poem on the <strong>Tuesday Poem Hub<\/strong> and other great poems from fellow Tuesday poets from around the world, click <a href=\"http:\/\/tuesdaypoem.blogspot.com\/\"><strong>here<\/strong><\/a> or on the <strong>Quill<\/strong> <strong>icon <\/strong>in the sidebar.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today, your house is cold, the coffee bitter. Old leaves scatter, skeletons beneath a ragged sky. A call \u2013 late night voicemail blinking from an unlit room \u2013 told me that you were dying &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.asked me to come soon, or not at all. There is no map &#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.to chart this ocean, no pilot star. I [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-22842","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22842","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22842"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22842\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":22854,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22842\/revisions\/22854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22842"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22842"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/helenlowe.info\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22842"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}