A lazy day allowed to slip between the solid lines,
Which form our grid-locked schedules kept in little rigid squares,
Forgotten hours, left to melt, unplanned and unassigned.
A waking dream, serene and free of motive, cause or care.
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.
