bloodshot eyes

random poetry to contemplate (really random, I went to the poetry archives @ eMule.com and clicked random poem and this was the first one to come up).

Sounds of grief
by Sappho

Must I remind you, Cleis,
that sounds of grief
are unbecoming in
a poet's household?

and that they are not
suitable in ours?

feeling bleh last night, feeling a little blah this morning.

I wish I could join in the chorus of celebration that the weekend is here. I'm not excited in the least. My eyes hurt and my iron must be low. But the weather looks good tonight... so I might go and take some photos.