A Sign Of My Own – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“He who wonders discovers that this in itself is wonder.” M.C. Escher

A Sign Of My Own

Pieces of life lay spread before me,
morsels for the wanderer,
flesh, bone, fur
just as the hawk had left them,
were they for me?

This sadness of pieces
a sign of my own
fractured self,
as a stranger in this place.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under awareness, bush walking, Free Verse, life, nature, poem, quote

5 responses to “A Sign Of My Own – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. A graphic portrait of our own brokenness…


  2. Sometimes the signs that we see have deep meanings.


  3. Excellent use of metaphor!


  4. The more I get to know the true nature of “this place” ~ one in which we may never leave wholeness behind as our gift but only mangled pieces of it, chewed over and desecrated by animal, insect and element ~ the gladder I am to know myself a lifelong stranger here. We’ll party more happily together at the next stop, you and I…


  5. I like this looking at oneself from the outside… the whole or parts.


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