2/6/11
I haven’t got a thing to say,
No words of any interest,
No observations of the day,
No passions that I may profess.
I wish not to philosophize,
The muse returns a cold rebuff.
Today, I lived. Today, I died.
Is that not poetry enough?
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.
2/5/11
A simple, single, sheet of paper, creased widthwise in half,
With no intrinsic value. No one’s famous autograph.
No winning contest numbers, nor a secret ballot vote.
Not minted into currency, or stocks or banking notes.
No permit, ticket, license, or identifying proof.
No oracle’s prophetic wisdom, scribbled down forsooth.
Like thousands I have thrown away, this page unbound and plain,
Yet, priceless now, it’s surface inked forever with your name.
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