{"id":2342,"date":"2007-09-21T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-21T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2342"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:27:22","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:27:22","slug":"poetry-friday-running-down-drea","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2342","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Running Down a Dream"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This woman&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poetryfoundation.org\/archive\/poet.html?id=1304\" target=\"_blank\">poetry<\/a> has the ability to make me just <i>hoot<\/i> with <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/15601\" target=\"_blank\">laughter,<\/a> and blink with a sudden, quiet <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poets.org\/viewmedia.php\/prmMID\/16489\" target=\"_blank\">understanding<\/a>. I have deep respect for the pared down forms and perfect word choices of Lucille Clifton.<\/p>\n<div align=center><b><i>I Am Running into a New Year<\/i><\/b><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/RvOp6CfnL5I\/AAAAAAAAAM0\/E0qgPbYdiYc\/s1600-h\/running+to+the+sea.png\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"click to enlarge in new window\"><img decoding=\"async\" hspace=10 align=left src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/09\/running-to-the-sea.png\" \/><\/a>i am running into a new year<br \/>and the old years blow back<br \/>like a wind<br \/>that i catch in my hair<br \/>like strong fingers like<br \/>all my old promises and<br \/>it will be hard to let go<br \/>of what i said to myself<br \/>about myself<br \/>when i was sixteen and<br \/>twentysix and thirtysix<br \/>even thirtysix but<br \/>i am running into a new year<br \/>and i beg what i love and<br \/>i leave to forgive me<\/p>\n<p>lucille clifton<br \/><i>Good Woman: Poems and a Memoir, 1969-1980,<\/i> BOA Editions (Brockport, NY), 1987. Here&#8217;s to new beginnings, whatever the time of year. Find more of the beautifully stated poetic with Sara at <a href=\"http:\/\/saralewisholmes.blogspot.com\/2007\/09\/circle-round-poetry-friday-is-here.html\" target= _blank>Read Write Believe<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This woman&#8217;s poetry has the ability to make me just hoot with laughter, and blink with a sudden, quiet understanding. I have deep respect&#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-2342","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\/2342","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=2342"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2342\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4320,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2342\/revisions\/4320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2342"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2342"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2342"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}