Jess Land Sum

[James]

Hi James,
It's me again, another beautifully written stylish piece. But also one which I find as baffling as I do fascinating, and like Time On My Hands said the other day, continue to read your poetry I will because of that style of yours.
Also it seems that the past few poems you've posted are very personal to you, which firstly makes them harder to understand the the references but also makes it harder for you when there is not a lot of comments being made. But like I said the other day, don't view that as a sign that people don't like your poetry.
At times it seems very cryptic like in this poem where it says "cheetah lights", and because I've noticed in your other poems how you've done clever little things with words, I'm always looking for anagrams or palindromes to help me. Therefore I managed to get "Chalet Heights" from "Cheetah lights" but later on it becomes "cheetah light" so I must be wrong. Also from "Where the red is dye" I found "Where they desired", "sickle soar" "coral skies" or I am going to deep.
"Submarine eyes" is a beautiful phrase, and so many others.
I'm kind of worried that if you don't get many other comments you'll be disheartened and you'll definitely get sick of me coming up with weird anagrams.
If I was you I would try in serious crit, but I never said that.
At least in there people would definitely comment and they could tell you what needs changing or whatever. Just as long as you make sure spelling is perfect and possibly use more punctuation. It's definitely worth a shot, what's the worst that could happen, you come back here and I'll give you some more anagrams. Think about it. Keep writing and I'm still reading the other poems you posted.
Thanks again for a trip round your world.
AR

But why would I do that If could get some more of your anagrams xD, and yeah that's kinda why I never went there, I'm not the best at punctuation. As for the references, this one in particular was actually like a retelling of this particular story about this girl I knew (Which is spread across 5 poems) in one. The third stanza would be difficult to get without reading the first poem, which is my fault though because I forgot to include that part of the story in the beginning. Its just pretty much me telling my friend who is no broken up with her that its alright. The cheetah light thing actually wasn't as deep as that, it was just my way of saying a green streets light because that line reflected my old attitude towards crossing streets, that I would "dance,through green lights". And "Where the red is dye" that was a build up of the kind of people we were and the environment. The town that we lived in, was in short the ghetto. What I was aiming was tied to the mirror attribute that I've been rambling on in it, about how we both liked to be I imaginative and like to think that there's more to the gang infested streets, which is would made it special and is (her being there too) what made me actually start to value life. And I appreciate it that you two still take the time to read them, I was starting to think nobody did.