Colourless Green Ideas Sleep Furiously
It really does not abide well,
this lack of light, this insight,
festered by what you might do.
Talking in my dreams, I see you;
a kissing gate, we both pass through,
you outside me, me chasing you,
through us, life of her, I could not out do.
I do not know her yet, do you?
Oh you! Oh you! Oh! ...you.
I’ll love my hate until then tight,
but night - you undo, you undo;
itch my skin, a feisty muse,
adulterous heights and my mind askew!
And if I win that back, then I lose you.
Ray Miller
Sat 15th Jan 2011 12:22
I offered my insight and made what I thought was constructive criticism. I did so because Marianne asked John Aikman what he thought was stereotypical about her writing.I like Marianne's writing. However, I don't feel as thrilled by it as I once did.As Cynthia implied, these sort of exchanges can be healthy.