{"id":3174,"date":"2017-10-02T12:25:02","date_gmt":"2017-10-02T18:25:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3174"},"modified":"2017-10-04T05:49:10","modified_gmt":"2017-10-04T11:49:10","slug":"liminality","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/10\/02\/liminality\/","title":{"rendered":"Liminality"},"content":{"rendered":"<ol class=\"poem\">\n<li>Whispering of trees<\/li>\n<li>Chattering of leaves<\/li>\n<li>Wandering of breeze<\/li>\n<li>Portending of freeze<\/li>\n<li>Lengthening of sleeves<\/li>\n<li>Darkening of eves<\/li>\n<li>Dwindling of weeds<\/li>\n<li>Burrowing of seeds<\/li>\n<li>Orange so deep<\/li>\n<li>Fireplace keep<\/li>\n<li>Blustery sweep<\/li>\n<li>Frost and chill creep<\/li>\n<li>Blistering weep<\/li>\n<li>Harvested reap<\/li>\n<li>Quieted peep<\/li>\n<li>Yawning to sleep<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>Listen to me read this poem:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"166\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/345309924&amp;color=%23ff5500&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Like my poetry? Send me a pledge on Patreon\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.patreon.com\/kimsiever\">for as little as $1 per month<\/a>. Get pre-release access, watch me write my poems live, and even access exclusive video of me explaining the symbols and metaphors in the poems.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Whispering of trees Chattering of leaves Wandering of breeze Portending of freeze Lengthening of sleeves Darkening of eves Dwindling of weeds Burrowing of seeds Orange so deep Fireplace keep Blustery sweep Frost and chill creep Blistering weep Harvested reap Quieted peep Yawning to sleep Listen to me read this poem: Like my poetry? Send me [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3178,"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":[45],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3174","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/siever.ca\/kim\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/5\/2017\/10\/first-snow-1808642_1920.jpg?fit=1920%2C1238&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-Pc","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3110,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/08\/15\/the-painter\/","url_meta":{"origin":3174,"position":0},"title":"The Painter","author":"Kim Siever","date":"15 August 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"Tonight, the sun did paint the sky the colour of cotton candy. 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