{"id":4772,"date":"2015-01-20T01:35:45","date_gmt":"2015-01-19T23:35:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4772"},"modified":"2015-01-20T12:13:57","modified_gmt":"2015-01-20T10:13:57","slug":"garden-of-war-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=4772","title":{"rendered":"Garden of War"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-4773\" alt=\"images\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/images1.jpg\" width=\"272\" height=\"185\" \/><\/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<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\">Garden of War<\/p>\n<p>The pain in their eyes, <br \/>still fresh, bleeding. <br \/>I know <br \/>their sleepless nights, <br \/>trying to put together <br \/>the missing pieces <br \/>of this puzzle called life. <br \/>A Poet who writes \u00a0<br \/>in the garden <br \/>and then must write <br \/>in the war, <br \/>may loose the silence <br \/>of his soul, <br \/>fear and hope could melt <br \/>into same one feeling, <br \/>death becomes a word <br \/>to describe the every minute <br \/>he is still alive <br \/>not knowing what comes next, <br \/>pain becomes a scream, <br \/>a prayer to heavens <br \/>to make an end, <br \/>the horror becomes <br \/>the everyday image to feel. <br \/>A poet who writes <br \/>first in the war <br \/>and after, <br \/>he is blessed <br \/>to write in the garden <br \/>will contemplate <br \/>cheating death, <br \/>or death as a friend <br \/>who allowed him more time <br \/>to write. <br \/>He sees the trees <br \/>as his dead friends <br \/>without a coffin, <br \/>the sky is empty <br \/>without the bombing planes, <br \/>the silence is deafening, <br \/>the birds appear useless <br \/>compared to the song <br \/>of shooting guns. <br \/>Between &#8216;must&#8217; and &#8216;blessed&#8217; <br \/>the mutilation of one&#8217;s soul, <br \/>has an increased sense <br \/>of seeing life and death.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Maria Magdalena Biela<\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4772","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stories"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4772","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4772"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4772\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4776,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4772\/revisions\/4776"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4772"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4772"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4772"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}