{"id":1496,"date":"2023-05-27T21:05:48","date_gmt":"2023-05-28T01:05:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/?p=1496"},"modified":"2023-05-27T21:05:48","modified_gmt":"2023-05-28T01:05:48","slug":"come-true","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pensivejournal.com\/poetry\/come-true\/","title":{"rendered":"Come True"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Inspired by Frida Kahlo\u2019s \u201cThe Dream\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n Anchored to the past, you still bloom flags of surrender \u2013 broke long ago, You made death your bombs ticking with desire, and grew honeyed with yearning, your vined bed Why are your eyes closed? Do you not see? <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Inspired by Frida Kahlo\u2019s \u201cThe Dream\u201d Anchored to the past, you still bloom toward your future. Your bleached bones \u2013 flags of surrender \u2013 broke long ago, yet your vision never yielded. You made death your grinning bedmate, wrapped in timeless bombs ticking with desire, and grew new roots…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":350,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"issue":[289],"coauthors":[305],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\ntoward your future. Your bleached bones \u2013<\/p>\n
\nyet your vision never yielded.<\/p>\n
\ngrinning bedmate, wrapped in timeless<\/p>\n
\nnew roots in your slumber. You dozed<\/p>\n
\nafloat, cloud-surrounded.<\/p>\n
\nEven in sleep, your passion stalks the world.<\/p>\n