{"id":12001,"date":"2022-08-13T06:15:00","date_gmt":"2022-08-13T13:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=12001"},"modified":"2022-08-12T07:46:37","modified_gmt":"2022-08-12T14:46:37","slug":"realitys-ruse","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/realitys-ruse\/","title":{"rendered":"Reality’s Ruse"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Reality\u2019s Ruse <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By  Mary O\u2019Brien  <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n

Summer shakes Winter\u2019s hand,
proposing a fling.
Autumn’s wind scurries them
both away \u2013
not a fan of farce.<\/p>\n

Martinis at three,
come by and get me.
Loose lips sink ships:
my mouth full of
sharp torpedoes.<\/p>\n

My reality is often
a ruse, driven to other
worlds on printed pages,
between covers
in greedy hands.<\/p>\n

I left my scarf in
that dream \u2013
the one with the pulled
thread I
tied round your finger.<\/p>\n

We never made it to New York.
That was your ruse
to keep me interested
long enough to marry
in Vegas.<\/p>\n

“Reality’s Ruse” inspired by Just For Fun . . . Prompt #672<\/a> on The Write Spot Blog,<\/p>\n\n\n

Mary O\u2019Brien<\/strong> is a Retired Trophy Wife (RTW) from the Pacific Northwest. She has volunteered for the Court Appointed Special Advocate program, founded local therapeutic hospital humor programs, and supported various other non-profits and do-goodery. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Enjoying the artistry of music, the music of words, the words of healing, and the healing of art, Mary is spending her pandemic hibernation immersing herself in art journaling, watercolor and writing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She lives in Idaho with her tolerant husband near her comedic grandchildren, and is managed by an elderly, sugared golden retriever (send treats). <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page. Reality\u2019s Ruse  By  Mary O\u2019Brien   Summer shakes Winter\u2019s hand,proposing a fling.Autumn’s wind scurries themboth away \u2013not a fan of farce. Martinis at three,come by and get me.Loose lips sink ships:my mouth full ofsharp torpedoes. My reality is oftena ruse, driven to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"sfsi_plus_gutenberg_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_show_text_before_share":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_type":"","sfsi_plus_gutenberg_icon_alignemt":"","sfsi_plus_gutenburg_max_per_row":"","_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":[1474],"tags":[1840,1453,1179],"class_list":["post-12001","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sparks","tag-mary-obrien","tag-poetry","tag-writing-prompts-just-write-writing-freely-the-write-spot-blog"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p43Dj8-37z","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12001","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12001"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12001\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12011,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12001\/revisions\/12011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12001"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12001"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12001"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}