{"id":785,"date":"2014-09-29T23:32:10","date_gmt":"2014-09-29T23:32:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=785"},"modified":"2014-09-29T23:32:10","modified_gmt":"2014-09-29T23:32:10","slug":"his-pen-ran-dry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/his-pen-ran-dry\/","title":{"rendered":"His Pen Ran Dry"},"content":{"rendered":"

For the memory of Ivor Higg, R.I.P.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

His pen ran dry, as happens to every writer,
\nThe pool of ideas of the mind no longer cast their mark upon paper
\nBut live on the minds of the readers,
\nWho recall each image cast, as if playful caper<\/p>\n

A name, a verse recalled, every writer
\nTheir legacy of pictures cast in minds from stories told
\nRecalled with fond smiles after their day,
\nWhen their memory’s long forgotton, and bodies cold<\/p>\n

Statues after sculptures stand through time
\nBut sculptures cast no image for the blind
\nUnlike a writers words, carved in ink upon a page,
\nCarved in memories upon the readers mind.<\/p>\n

Someday too, we writers shall write our final chapter…
\nLet us hope our memory brings a tear to the eye
\nOf all who knew us, even if only from the paper…
\nWho solace found when sought before our pens ran dry.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

For the memory of Ivor Higg, R.I.P. His pen ran dry, as happens to every writer, The pool of ideas of the mind no longer cast their mark upon paper But live on the minds of the readers, Who recall each image cast, as if playful caper A name, a …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[233,3],"tags":[1002,313,1003],"class_list":["post-785","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-writers","category-writing","tag-ivor-hogg","tag-obituary","tag-poeticpiers","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-cF","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":758,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/obituary-ivor-hogg\/","url_meta":{"origin":785,"position":0},"title":"Obituary – Ivor Hogg","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"26th September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"The passing has happened lately of writer Ivor Hogg. 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