2/4/11
Fair moments in our photographs,
Quick clippings cut from history.
A sand plucked from the hourglass,
But, what of moments in between.
The blur of time, freeze-framed, defines,
The carousel menagerie.
Our keepsakes shine, yet leave us blind,
To all the moments in between.
These images oft don’t convey,
Life’s steadfast hope and daily strife.
We see short bursts of joy and play,
But none of toil and sacrifice.
So, in these snaps of happiness,
And pleasant memories we glean,
We must look past this pictured bliss,
And see the moments in between.
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.
