{"id":1783,"date":"2015-05-23T08:18:16","date_gmt":"2015-05-23T08:18:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=1783"},"modified":"2015-05-23T08:18:16","modified_gmt":"2015-05-23T08:18:16","slug":"sleeping-scribe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/sleeping-scribe\/","title":{"rendered":"Sleeping Scribe"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sleeping scribe with inward eye<br \/>\nPonders life, its challenges, wonders why<br \/>\nThrough the jumbles of our dreams<br \/>\nRummages random through lifes scenes<br \/>\nPoet when sleeping is still writing<br \/>\nEditing experiences: insights inviting<br \/>\nStill creating verses in his sleep<br \/>\nOn the internal journal that the mind does keep.<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"instagram-media\" data-instgrm-captioned data-instgrm-version=\"4\" style=\" background:#FFF; border:0; border-radius:3px; box-shadow:0 0 1px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.5),0 1px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.15); margin: 1px; max-width:658px; padding:0; width:99.375%; width:-webkit-calc(100% - 2px); width:calc(100% - 2px);\">\n<div style=\"padding:8px;\">\n<div style=\" background:#F8F8F8; line-height:0; margin-top:40px; padding:50% 0; text-align:center; width:100%;\">\n<div style=\" background:url(data:image\/png;base64,iVBORw0KGgoAAAANSUhEUgAAACwAAAAsCAMAAAApWqozAAAAGFBMVEUiIiI9PT0eHh4gIB4hIBkcHBwcHBwcHBydr+JQAAAACHRSTlMABA4YHyQsM5jtaMwAAADfSURBVDjL7ZVBEgMhCAQBAf\/\/42xcNbpAqakcM0ftUmFAAIBE81IqBJdS3lS6zs3bIpB9WED3YYXFPmHRfT8sgyrCP1x8uEUxLMzNWElFOYCV6mHWWwMzdPEKHlhLw7NWJqkHc4uIZphavDzA2JPzUDsBZziNae2S6owH8xPmX8G7zzgKEOPUoYHvGz1TBCxMkd3kwNVbU0gKHkx+iZILf77IofhrY1nYFnB\/lQPb79drWOyJVa\/DAvg9B\/rLB4cC+Nqgdz\/TvBbBnr6GBReqn\/nRmDgaQEej7WhonozjF+Y2I\/fZou\/qAAAAAElFTkSuQmCC); display:block; height:44px; margin:0 auto -44px; position:relative; top:-22px; width:44px;\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\" margin:8px 0 0 0; padding:0 4px;\"> <a href=\"https:\/\/instagram.com\/p\/2hQGbkQxTd\/\" style=\" color:#000; font-family:Arial,sans-serif; font-size:14px; font-style:normal; font-weight:normal; line-height:17px; text-decoration:none; word-wrap:break-word;\" target=\"_top\">A poets work is never done&#8230; www.writingsinrhyme.com<\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\" color:#c9c8cd; font-family:Arial,sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:17px; margin-bottom:0; margin-top:8px; overflow:hidden; padding:8px 0 7px; text-align:center; text-overflow:ellipsis; white-space:nowrap;\">A photo posted by Thomas Carty (@tomjcarty) on <time style=\" font-family:Arial,sans-serif; font-size:14px; line-height:17px;\" datetime=\"2015-05-10T23:17:56+00:00\">May 10, 2015 at 4:17pm PDT<\/time><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p><script async defer src=\"\/\/platform.instagram.com\/en_US\/embeds.js\"><\/script><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sleeping scribe with inward eye Ponders life, its challenges, wonders why Through the jumbles of our dreams Rummages random through lifes scenes Poet when sleeping is still writing Editing experiences: insights inviting Still creating verses in his sleep On the internal journal that the mind does keep. 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