{"id":9210,"date":"2015-09-25T08:00:27","date_gmt":"2015-09-25T08:00:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9210"},"modified":"2015-08-17T13:25:45","modified_gmt":"2015-08-17T13:25:45","slug":"jonathan-humble","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/jonathan-humble\/","title":{"rendered":"Jonathan Humble"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Happy Ending For Petrologists\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A pebble sat upon a beach and thought, as would a stone,<\/p>\n<p>Of whether in the Universe it was a soul alone.<\/p>\n<p>For it could see no evidence to otherwise disprove<\/p>\n<p>That rocks had not the wherewithal to think or talk or move.<\/p>\n<p>And there with countless coloured stones, all smooth and weatherworn,<\/p>\n<p>Suppressed its angst, lay motionless, stayed quiet and forlorn.<\/p>\n<p>Through summers and through winters, it endured its solitude,<\/p>\n<p>In pebbly reflection, existentially it stewed.<\/p>\n<p>And as its hopes diminished with each wave that crashed the shore,<\/p>\n<p>It worried that it might be quite alone forever more<\/p>\n<p>Until one day this sad and strange affair came to an end;<\/p>\n<p>A fellow pebble turned and smiled and asked to be its friend.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Jonathan Humble<\/strong> is a deputy head teacher in Cumbria. His poetry has appeared in <em>The Big Issue In The North, Poems For Freedom, The Caterpillar Magazine, Lighten Up Online<\/em> and on BBC Radio 4 and Radio Cumbria. Through TMB Books, he has published a collection of his stuff entitled <em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.co.uk\/Camels-Name-Brian-Jonathan-Humble\/dp\/0957314167?ie=UTF8&amp;*Version*=1&amp;*entries*=0\" target=\"_blank\">My Camel&#8217;s Name Is Brian<\/a><\/em>. Blog: n<a href=\"http:\/\/northernjim.blogspot.co.uk\/\" target=\"_blank\">orthernjim.blogspot.co.uk\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; A Happy Ending For Petrologists\u00a0 &nbsp; A pebble sat upon a beach and thought, as would a stone, Of whether in the Universe it was a soul alone. For it could see no evidence to otherwise disprove That rocks had not the wherewithal to think or talk or move. And there with [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9210","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9210","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9210"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9210\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9212,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9210\/revisions\/9212"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9210"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9210"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9210"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}