{"id":2951,"date":"2016-11-02T21:27:47","date_gmt":"2016-11-02T21:27:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=2951"},"modified":"2017-08-01T21:07:35","modified_gmt":"2017-08-01T21:07:35","slug":"after-the-storm","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2016\/11\/02\/after-the-storm\/","title":{"rendered":"After the Storm"},"content":{"rendered":"
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  1. Ruby red, no, scarlet red, the blood stains on their hands.<\/li>\n
  2. Innocence delayed ten years, now teach them how to dance<\/li>\n
  3. Orange\u00a0like the glowing coals of fire\u00a0dying out;<\/li>\n
  4. Bellows, worn and tired now,\u00a0have fin’lly shut their spout.<\/li>\n
  5. Yellow sun has dimmed its light, its service drawn to close<\/li>\n
  6. Tried so hard to shine so bright, but succumbed to the blows<\/li>\n
  7. Trees so green have withered dry, poor shelter from the rain;<\/li>\n
  8. Stinging drops come pelting down, unleashing bruise and pain.<\/li>\n
  9. Bluest skies are just a trick, a clever sleight of hand.<\/li>\n
  10. We think it’s true, but when in space, it’s then we understand.<\/li>\n
  11. Purple robes and aprons tell us, “All of it is love.<\/li>\n
  12. Come to us from down the street, descended like a dove.”<\/li>\n
  13. Rainbows come after the storms, or so I’ve heard them say,<\/li>\n
  14. But first, I guess, we have to wait for storms to go away.After the Storm<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Ruby red, no, scarlet red, the blood stains on their hands. Innocence delayed ten years, now teach them how to dance Orange\u00a0like the glowing coals of fire\u00a0dying out; Bellows, worn and tired now,\u00a0have fin’lly shut their spout. Yellow sun has dimmed its light, its service drawn to close Tried so hard to shine so bright, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2952,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[46],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2951","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-faith-crisis-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/08\/barn-1364280_1920.jpg?fit=1574%2C1049&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-LB","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3083,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/the-storm\/","url_meta":{"origin":2951,"position":0},"title":"The Storm","author":"Kim Siever","date":"9 October 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"The unmounted creature danced on the skies, And the sparks from its heels are all left behind. 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