{"id":251,"date":"2018-02-18T22:03:45","date_gmt":"2018-02-18T22:03:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sylviaarthur.com\/poemswithpictures.com\/?p=251"},"modified":"2018-02-19T06:25:05","modified_gmt":"2018-02-19T06:25:05","slug":"signals","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemswithpictures.com\/?p=251","title":{"rendered":"Signals"},"content":{"rendered":"

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

This poem seemed obscure in it\u2019s meaning, but felt very heavy. I realized it was about abortion and the eternal moral decision that cannot be undone.<\/p>\n

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

This is an image that celebrates birth in all its messy, bloody, splendour.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Signals<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Silence,<\/p>\n

false truth in this inspiration<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Words,<\/p>\n

narrated.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The story teller in the<\/p>\n

corridor<\/p>\n

closing the door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

These thoughts<\/p>\n

forever\u2026\u2026..<\/p>\n

unsure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

This presence conceals itself.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Mother<\/p>\n

to<\/p>\n

the unborn.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

human existence<\/p>\n

swept away<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

pools of daily fresh<\/p>\n

blood on the floor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The tide takes form,<\/p>\n

ending,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Passages of time,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

signals<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

your own<\/p>\n

faithless preparations.<\/p>\n

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Knowledge is certainty,<\/p>\n

Lack of crime<\/p>\n

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shades improvement,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

strengthening desires<\/p>\n

to prolong your delusions.<\/p>\n

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Memory ascribes<\/p>\n

moral destiny<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

to justify destruction<\/p>\n

as custom<\/p>\n

contests conformity,<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

conscience<\/p>\n

and reality must<\/p>\n

Strike balance.<\/p>\n

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Poem By: Sue Michaud<\/em><\/p>\n

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

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

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

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