An uncoiled, loosened, lifeless spring,
A damaged object of my care,
Oh how I mourned this broken thing,
Which you might fix if you were there.
But then so much to my surprise,
A patient calmness came to me.
As though viewed through your watchful eyes,
Your deftness and your clarity.
I carried out the quick repairs,
And wondered as I worked the parts,
Remembrance conquers all despair,
And mends the clockwork of the heart.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
7/3/11
