{"id":1634,"date":"2026-05-16T08:46:00","date_gmt":"2026-05-16T08:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=1634"},"modified":"2026-05-17T16:52:03","modified_gmt":"2026-05-17T16:52:03","slug":"lava","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=1634","title":{"rendered":"Lava"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">Molten lava cracks through the heavens.<br><br>\"Come, come look, <em>Mom<\/em>!\" <br><br>She calls me, <br>a rare welcome into her world.<br>I drop what I'm doing, <br>excuse myself, rush to her side.<br><br>We look up and stare <br>at the glowing embers<br>of underlit clouds <br>and stretches of sky.<br><br>The cross breeze ripples <br>at our dress hems, <br>as our bellies press <br>against the deck's handrail.<br><br>For a short moment she lets<br>my palm grace her shoulder.<br>The eagerness in her voice remains, <br>despite how cool she is.<br><br>A Metro train with six cars<br>rumbles by on an elevated track<br>The sounds of sirens weave through the streets.<br>I let it all blur out, because<br>right now, she wants Me.<br><br>\"Did you get it? Let me get it!\" <br>She says, pointing a camera towards <br>the bleeding light of sunset over the city.<br><br>I soak in this micro-memory,<br>where pretense melted like magma<br>and for a sacred second, <br>we could linger in this golden joy.<br><br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cLava,\u201d written Saturday, May 16, poem 136 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: &#8220;Lava,&#8221; a sunset over the city, by Diana Ludwick (c) 2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":1705,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2],"tags":[1089,1093,1088,978,1091,865,1094,56,705,1092,361,1090,867],"class_list":["post-1634","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-poems","tag-city","tag-clouds","tag-dc","tag-generational","tag-lava","tag-may","tag-metro","tag-mother-daughter-dynamics","tag-saturday","tag-sky","tag-spring","tag-sunset","tag-washington"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1634","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1634"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1634\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1706,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1634\/revisions\/1706"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1705"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1634"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1634"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1634"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}