{"id":2427,"date":"2007-07-13T15:37:00","date_gmt":"2007-07-13T15:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2427"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:26:57","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:26:57","slug":"poetry-friday-missing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2427","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Missing"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>At times, poetry details the transitory nature of the world.<br \/><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_nIccA6r7lXY\/RpeesVjUBTI\/AAAAAAAAAF4\/pPi5ndF29mo\/s1600-h\/thread_1.jpg\" target=\"_blank\" title=\"click to enlarge in new window\"><br \/><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"width: 259px; height: 322px;\" src=\"https:\/\/writingya.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/07\/thread_1.jpg\" align=\"left\" hspace=\"10\" \/><\/a> <br \/><i>Separation<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Your absence has gone through me<br \/>Like thread through a needle.<br \/>Everything I do is stitched with its color.<\/p>\n<p><a style=\"font-style: italic;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.english.uiuc.edu\/maps\/poets\/m_r\/merwin\/merwin.htm\" target=\"_blank\"> &#8211; W.S. Merwin<\/a><\/p>\n<p>A stainless steel needle, leaving tiny perforations, linking us together with a whisper thin cord of loss. The imagery is more apt than I can express.<\/p>\n<p>Absence shows up in <a href=\"http:\/\/slayground.livejournal.com\/258235.html\" target=\"_blank\">Little Willow&#8217;s choice<\/a>, <i>&#8220;The King of Griefs&#8221;<\/i>; in Eisha&#8217;s haiku <a href=\"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/?p=784\" target=\"_blank\">farewell to Cambridge<\/a>, and even in Kelly&#8217;s <a href=\"http:\/\/kellyrfineman.livejournal.com\/217467\" target=\"_blank\">mood music<\/a>, as she takes off with <i>The Raggle Taggle Gypsy.<\/i> For more poetry perfect for a lucky summer day, drop by the Poetry Friday Round-Up at <a href=\"http:\/\/chickenspaghetti.typepad.com\/chicken_spaghetti\/2007\/07\/licky-poetry-fr.html\" target=\"_blank\">Chicken Spaghetti<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>At times, poetry details the transitory nature of the world. Separation Your absence has gone through meLike thread through a needle.Everything I do is&#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-2427","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\/2427","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=2427"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4184,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2427\/revisions\/4184"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}