{"id":8,"date":"2021-03-29T14:23:00","date_gmt":"2021-03-29T14:23:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2022-01-17T15:56:52","modified_gmt":"2022-01-17T15:56:52","slug":"signs-that-werent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/signs-that-werent\/","title":{"rendered":"Signs That Weren&#8217;t"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes a message<br \/>\nat just the right time<br \/>\nis only a message\u2014<br \/>\nit isn&#8217;t a sign.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes the pause<br \/>\nor the brush of the hand<br \/>\nare just inadvertent<br \/>\nand not really planned.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes the shadows<br \/>\nhide nothing but light<br \/>\nand not something sinister,<br \/>\njust dark of night.<\/p>\n<p>And sometimes the words<br \/>\nthat distract you from sleep<br \/>\nhave no deeper meaning.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not always deep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sometimes a message at just the right time is only a message\u2014 it isn&#8217;t a sign. Sometimes the pause or the brush of the hand are just inadvertent and not really planned. Sometimes the shadows hide nothing but light and not something sinister, just dark of night. And sometimes the words that distract you from [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":241,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":344,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8\/revisions\/344"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/241"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.bayleewrites.com\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}