{"id":3199,"date":"2017-11-07T15:56:16","date_gmt":"2017-11-07T22:56:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/?p=3199"},"modified":"2017-11-08T12:12:20","modified_gmt":"2017-11-08T19:12:20","slug":"buried-treasure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2017\/11\/07\/buried-treasure\/","title":{"rendered":"Buried Treasure"},"content":{"rendered":"<ol class=\"poem\">\n<li>Treasure hidden deep within the fog, so thick and young.<\/li>\n<li>Guided by the music sweet of moistened lip and tongue,<\/li>\n<li>Beckoning with whispered pleas, alluring tender heart.<\/li>\n<li>Frosty palms and weakened knees no longer could depart.<\/li>\n<li>Lo, an emerald box is found amidst the mountain base.<\/li>\n<li>Call and search entwined and bound, the emerald box replaced<\/li>\n<li>By a box of fleshy lust unlocked with wooden key.<\/li>\n<li>Empty contents to entrust, transcend reality.<\/li>\n<li>It became apparent quick the treasure would elude.<\/li>\n<li>It was deep \u2019neath layers thick, much needed to extrude.<\/li>\n<li>Rich it flows and courses in the veins that eyes can\u2019t see,<\/li>\n<li>Far below the porcelain and the mahogany.<\/li>\n<li>Golden footings, cornerstones; silver lights ahead;<\/li>\n<li>Diamond rooting, long since grown; ruby strength embed.<\/li>\n<li>Forged by flame of grief and pain, molded by joy and peace;<\/li>\n<li>Purified through loss and gain\u2014its worth to never cease.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>Listen to me read and explain my poem:<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/352968101&amp;color=%23ff5500&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;show_teaser=true\" width=\"100%\" height=\"166\" frameborder=\"no\" scrolling=\"no\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Treasure hidden deep within the fog, so thick and young. Guided by the music sweet of moistened lip and tongue, Beckoning with whispered pleas, alluring tender heart. Frosty palms and weakened knees no longer could depart. Lo, an emerald box is found amidst the mountain base. Call and search entwined and bound, the emerald box [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3213,"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-3199","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\/11\/analogue-2842521_1920.jpg?fit=1920%2C1369&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4NkW7-PB","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2929,"url":"https:\/\/siever.ca\/kim\/2011\/10\/09\/a-mountain-journey\/","url_meta":{"origin":3199,"position":0},"title":"A Mountain Journey","author":"Kim Siever","date":"9 October 2011","format":false,"excerpt":"A metal box encased by forest Held treasure deep inside. 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Stop the spread with dozens dead, four months till my election. McBuffalo the traitor now opposite of labour; The boss in bed with platinum head, we\u2019ve lost our arbitrator. We have 500 rand, but\u00a0billions in his hands. 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