{"id":2802,"date":"2023-11-05T07:55:04","date_gmt":"2023-11-05T12:55:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2802"},"modified":"2023-11-05T16:43:58","modified_gmt":"2023-11-05T21:43:58","slug":"seven-little-poems-of-visions-by-radiance-angelina-petro","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/?p=2802","title":{"rendered":"Seven Little Poems of Visions, by Radiance Angelina Petro"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Seven Little Poems of Visions<br \/>\nby<br \/>\nRadiance Angelina Petro<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The first, the last, within<br \/>\nthe sea. Delighted ghosts<br \/>\nof eternal wildness walk<br \/>\nupon shores, upon waves,<br \/>\nlike veils in the breeze.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>It began\u2014heavenly,<br \/>\nluminous, a confusion<br \/>\nof light upon waves,<br \/>\nand the people, awake<br \/>\nin the morning, changed<br \/>\ninto sky.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>A strange flower lived<br \/>\nmany years. The ancient<br \/>\nspirit had nine sisters<br \/>\ngathered in one child.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>The old woman with animals<br \/>\nin her head, refused to grow<br \/>\ndark until dawn. She went out&#8211;<br \/>\na question arising, fluttering&#8211;<br \/>\na dark cloak let go to anywhere.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>An angel and a lion&#8211;<br \/>\nright and left\u2014saw everything&#8211;<br \/>\nthe brilliant future in life,<br \/>\nin death, in the unconquerable<br \/>\nlove of riddles. The solution,<br \/>\nshe thought, is to walk past them<br \/>\nboth, it makes no difference<br \/>\nin the end.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>I found myself plunged<br \/>\nin rays of light\u2014every road<br \/>\nrose out of the deep&#8211;<br \/>\nmy soul limped along,<br \/>\nand everywhere was morning<br \/>\nand the first day, and the hour<br \/>\nsweet and wild before me.<\/p>\n<p>***<\/p>\n<p>Spirits howling, turning<br \/>\nas one mass, spreading, and wrestling<br \/>\nfor form, and the angel said,<br \/>\ngetting closer: \u201cRemember<br \/>\nyou are beyond before. There are<br \/>\nenough animal bodies for us all.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Seven Little Poems of Visions by Radiance Angelina Petro &nbsp; &nbsp; The first, the last, within the sea. Delighted ghosts of eternal wildness walk upon shores, upon waves, like veils in the breeze. *** It began\u2014heavenly, luminous, a confusion of light upon waves, and the people, awake in the morning, changed into sky. *** A [&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\/2802"}],"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=2802"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2802\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2804,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2802\/revisions\/2804"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thewonderchildblog.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}