{"id":2249,"date":"2026-07-24T14:27:00","date_gmt":"2026-07-24T14:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2249"},"modified":"2026-07-31T22:08:53","modified_gmt":"2026-07-31T22:08:53","slug":"afternoon-delight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/?p=2249","title":{"rendered":"Afternoon Delight"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">The world is cruel and callous;<br>politicians pander and cajole.<br>Heat index breaks records and dreams;<br>Paris melts and Bordeaux burns.<br><br>I turn my phone, my small screen,<br>away from me, it's banished.<br>For the next seven minutes,<br>I will be here minding my business:<br>palming a bowl of warm blueberry pie<br>topped with two curlicue scoops, <br>not just one, of vanilla bean <br>ice skating on hot berries. <br><br>Because life is short and scary<br>and once in a while<br>in the midst of all the chaos,<br>be it engineered or organic,<br>I must surely fit in <br>just for myself<br>a few quiet minutes<br>draped in the sunbeams <br>for an afternoon delight<br>that leaves me with the reminder <br>that life can be sweet.<br><br>Once spoon clatters to empty dish,<br>life will return at full volume.<br>But for now, life is this moment, <br>small and real and worth it.<br><\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cAfternoon Delight,\u201d the small pleasures of summer berry pie on a July afternoon, pausing from the chaos of the news cycle for a wee bit, written Friday, July 24, 2026 poem 205 in a series of 365 poems written by Diana Ludwick in 2026. Photo: &#8220;Afternoon Delight&#8221; by Diana Ludwick \u00a9 2026.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2250,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2],"tags":[2095,2096,2098,2103,1142,2102,2097,1838,932,1558,2101,129,2093,2094,2100,2099,2092,134,71],"class_list":["post-2249","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-2026-poetry-challenge","category-poems","tag-bordeaux","tag-burns","tag-callous","tag-chaos","tag-cruel","tag-engineered","tag-heat-index","tag-high-summer","tag-ice-cream","tag-july","tag-organic","tag-paris","tag-phone","tag-politicians","tag-scary","tag-short","tag-small-screen","tag-summer","tag-world"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2249","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=2249"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2249\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2252,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2249\/revisions\/2252"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2250"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2249"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2249"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dianaludwick.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2249"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}