{"id":2356,"date":"2021-02-17T14:40:51","date_gmt":"2021-02-17T19:40:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2356"},"modified":"2021-02-17T14:40:51","modified_gmt":"2021-02-17T19:40:51","slug":"unable-to-turn-back-by-radiance-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2356","title":{"rendered":"Unable to Turn Back, by Radiance Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Unable to Turn Back<\/p>\n<p>By<\/p>\n<p>Radiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Deep in the drapery of the lily,<\/p>\n<p>a dead bee lies curled in a pool of nectar.<\/p>\n<p>Why did it die in such a sweet sacristy<\/p>\n<p>enshrined in its last memory of golden,<\/p>\n<p>pollen-dusted walls?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps if we ambled down<\/p>\n<p>the tunneled curtains of our longing,<\/p>\n<p>searching for a numinous center,<\/p>\n<p>we wouldn\u2019t notice either<\/p>\n<p>that our every step was beginning<\/p>\n<p>to stumble\u2014dazzled and drunk,<\/p>\n<p>our pockets becoming heavy<\/p>\n<p>with treasures, the amphitheater<\/p>\n<p>narrowing, as we slip away<\/p>\n<p>from ourselves, drowning in sweetness,<\/p>\n<p>unable to turn back.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/poem-image-11.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-1401 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/poem-image-11-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/poem-image-11-300x300.jpg 300w, http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/poem-image-11-150x150.jpg 150w, http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/poem-image-11.jpg 526w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Unable to Turn Back By Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; &nbsp; Deep in the drapery of the lily, a dead bee lies curled in a pool of nectar. Why did it die in such a sweet sacristy enshrined in its last memory of golden, pollen-dusted walls? &nbsp; Perhaps if we ambled down the tunneled curtains of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[12],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2356"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2356"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2356\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2357,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2356\/revisions\/2357"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2356"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2356"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2356"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}