{"id":134,"date":"2012-06-10T07:10:16","date_gmt":"2012-06-10T07:10:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sundayscars.wordpress.com\/?p=134"},"modified":"2012-06-10T07:10:16","modified_gmt":"2012-06-10T07:10:16","slug":"kill-your-darlings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2012\/06\/10\/kill-your-darlings\/","title":{"rendered":"Kill your darlings"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I climbed a mountain today<br \/>\nChilled in a too-thin sweatshirt by wind over snow<br \/>\nAnd stood at the point where the path bends back<\/p>\n<p>On the corner of a zigzag track you have three options<br \/>\nTo remain<br \/>\nto retreat<br \/>\nor to advance.<\/p>\n<p>(Or there\u2019s always the ravine).<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not sure I cared for<br \/>\nthe way I felt your wry eyes watching<\/p>\n<p>The one who gave me the words that you stole<br \/>\nwas waiting, further up the path<\/p>\n<p>I stood for the length of a sigh<br \/>\nThe knowing pressing behind my eyes, the memories<br \/>\nof quiet afternoons finding poems together<\/p>\n<p>Then, as you knew\u00a0I would, I turned from the shelter<br \/>\nof the bushline, and stepped into the\u00a0wind<br \/>\nWhat\u00a0we wrote\u00a0spinning away<\/p>\n<p>I knew you would approve,<br \/>\nbut this<br \/>\nwas like killing all my darlings.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I climbed a mountain today Chilled in a too-thin sweatshirt by wind over snow And stood at the point where the path bends back On the corner of a zigzag <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2012\/06\/10\/kill-your-darlings\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}