Sunday, August 21, 2011

Bad Poetry Day

Days of youth gone by
is a renown melancholy cliche
from someone else's prose,
but that's how I feel this 18th day
of bad poetry come what may.

The body aches, the mind is blank,
but I demand that all be well,
so a cheerful countenance I superimpose
into this august Bad Poetry Day --
this glorious day of come what may.

text & photo by leh

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Celestial Spaces

It is precisely because
one can never be certain of the outcome
that it takes great courage to follow one's heart
into celestial spaces
where the unknown becomes known
omne ignotum
to whithersoever Crow caws

~text & photo by leh