{"id":202,"date":"2016-07-04T18:49:37","date_gmt":"2016-07-04T18:49:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/?p=202"},"modified":"2016-08-16T17:25:01","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T17:25:01","slug":"the-reality-of-sparrows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/?p=202","title":{"rendered":"The Reality of Sparrows"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Poem<\/strong><\/p>\n

I feel this poem is about how self-absorbed people can be. We often think only about themselves and only from our own perspective, with a lack of understanding for other people. The raven has no idea of what reality is for the sparrow.<\/p>\n

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The Picture<\/strong><\/p>\n

I have been busy creating art using new print media. This is my first ever linocut of a sparrow (Cowbird). It was created for another project, but the poem and image fit together perfectly. Look for the raven (crow) linocut to be posted later this month. These prints will also be appearing on a number of downtown Calgary utility boxes.<\/p>\n

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The Reality of Sparrows<\/strong><\/p>\n

Strong, powerful and<\/p>\n

cock-sure of myself.<\/p>\n

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though not really.<\/p>\n

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Driven by ignorance and<\/p>\n

intolerance<\/p>\n

awaiting attention.<\/p>\n

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Laughing at pain while<\/p>\n

Someone<\/p>\n

is dying<\/p>\n

or has died.<\/p>\n

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Flocked ravens with small brains<\/p>\n

All squawk<\/p>\n

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No concept of the reality of sparrows.<\/p>\n

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Poem by: Susan Michaud<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Cowbird<\/a><\/p>\n

Picture by: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Crow<\/a><\/p>\n

Picture by: Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a9 Sylvia Arthur<\/em><\/p>\n

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