{"id":2160,"date":"2008-01-04T13:08:00","date_gmt":"2008-01-04T13:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2160"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:11","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:11","slug":"poetry-friday-first-poetry-of-year","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2160","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: First Poetry of the Year"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><b>The Sixth of January<\/b><\/p>\n<p>The cat sits on the back of the sofa looking<br \/>out the window through the softly falling snow<br \/>at the last bit of gray light. <br \/>I can&#8217;t say the sun is going down.<br \/>We haven&#8217;t seen the sun for two months.<br \/>Who cares? <br \/>I am sitting in the blue chair listening to this stillness.<br \/>The only sound: the occasional gurgle of tea<br \/>coming out of the pot and into the cup. <br \/>How can this be?<br \/>Such calm, such peace, such solitude<br \/>in this world of woe.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/R34xHkAeY4I\/AAAAAAAAAbs\/l-Vq0vinVZU\/s1600-h\/snowy+Nevada.jpg\" target=_blank title=\"Snowy Nevada\"><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=left src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/01\/snowy-Nevada.jpg\" \/><\/a>by <a href=\"http:\/\/www.davidbudbill.com\/\" target= _blank>David Budbill<\/a>, from <i>Moment to Moment: Poems of a Mountain Recluse<\/i> (Copper Canyon Press)<\/p>\n<p>This poem breathes out with the soul of the season. It&#8217;s darkdarkdark here today, but with tea and solitude, who cares? I can see snow on the hills above the city. <\/p>\n<p>Find out what else is shaking this first Poetry Friday of 2008 at <a href=\"http:\/\/readingyear.blogspot.com\/2008\/01\/poetry-friday-roundup-happy-new-year.html\" target= _blank>A Year of Reading<\/a>. Happy Winter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Sixth of January The cat sits on the back of the sofa lookingout the window through the softly falling snowat the last bit&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[93,10],"class_list":["post-2160","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-poetry-friday","tag-views"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2160","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2160"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2160\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4626,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2160\/revisions\/4626"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2160"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2160"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2160"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}