{"id":993,"date":"2016-08-16T01:21:28","date_gmt":"2016-08-16T00:21:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/w7m.3ee.myftpupload.com\/?p=993"},"modified":"2016-08-06T19:06:07","modified_gmt":"2016-08-06T18:06:07","slug":"with-good-measure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=993","title":{"rendered":"With Good Measure"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I will return to the sea someday<br \/>\nto divest everything given me.<br \/>\nI will throw my eyes in the waves<br \/>\nthat loved them so much,<br \/>\nand let the sea bring them back<br \/>\nfor someone else.<br \/>\nI will sheer my hair<br \/>\nand let the wind gather it<br \/>\nto make wings.<br \/>\nIt was kissed by lips<br \/>\nthat cherished it and me.<br \/>\nLet someone else wear it.<\/p>\n<p>I will return my hands<br \/>\nto lift rocks and play music.<br \/>\nThey were workmen hands<br \/>\nthat felt love and parted books,<br \/>\nand adored cheeks between their palms<br \/>\nthat shone with the luster of apples.<br \/>\nI will let my heart swim away,<br \/>\nwhich never deserted me,<br \/>\nbut went on beating<br \/>\nso full of care I learned<br \/>\nits faith,<br \/>\nand why I was put here<br \/>\non the earth.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll lay my legs gently<br \/>\non the ground and let them rest,<br \/>\nsleep, so deserving for carrying me,<br \/>\nand next to them my shoulders<br \/>\nfor the weight they bore<br \/>\nas life went on,<br \/>\nbut remained erect<br \/>\nand gave me dignity.<\/p>\n<p>And my voice<br \/>\nI will to shells,<br \/>\nI can not silence it.<br \/>\nIt wants to go on,<br \/>\nto sing forever<br \/>\nso I pray that it can.<br \/>\nI give it to anyone that needs it<br \/>\nand it will never say no<br \/>\nor have regrets.<br \/>\nSo I return myself to the sea<br \/>\nappreciating everything given<br \/>\nand made better by my life,<br \/>\nwith my heart\u2019s gratitude<br \/>\nof good measure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I will return to the sea someday to divest everything given me. I will throw my eyes in the waves that loved them so much,&#8230;<\/p>\n<div class=\"more-link-wrapper\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/?p=993\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\">With Good Measure<\/span><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-993","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-index-of-all-poems","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/993","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=993"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/993\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4389,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/993\/revisions\/4389"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=993"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=993"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/theodorewaterfield.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=993"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}