Notes from UnderLand~

tippy tap A

a sound

she jumps

little heart skipping into her lungs

 

tippy tap

share

a growl

she tips

bleeding into her mouth through her lips

 

tippy tap

friends

movement

he reaches

the corner is broken

her bright pixels eaten

 

“I’d rather you beat me!”

scream she

“Then eat all my words!”

defeat be

in fists on the peppering keys

with devastating ease

she laughs

across the seven seas

little princess

in her pea pod

paddling away acts of a sullen god

the dragon inlaid

insane

melancholy stain of cain

“Am I to be my brother’s keeper?”

scream she

crawling

the apple beam

what you sow will reap her

rape her

invalidate her

reshape her

 

tippy tap B

undersea

under see my eyes

oversee

dreams stir ink across my thighs

writing yet another lullaby

dragon slumbers

his scales in c minor under my toes

keeping his sullen Notgirl ever close

and I bend and I pluck

and take my words back

from the moss and the coral bending his back

 

tippy tap home

in the upper right corner

where is her heart

if not with little Jack

sworn

to uphold her

legacy

her plum of a thousand and one tales in his heart

where the arrow hit true

from endings to start

 

tippy tap dawn

rising

lingers

type

shift

with nimble little fingers

nimble little mind

made as she is of stories

he can never kill her drive

nor take her mind

not completely

bits and pieces

bitten out neatly

she can do without

sullen little girl

forever ready with a story

unfairy tales

from underland

her last

her final

glory

 

 

 

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Reviews

[David W Moore III]

Really?? Seriously?? I have never been honestly for the release of a 'children's' book like this before. Stop teasing already! I love your backhanded venom, only lightly disguised by the painted smile on your face. Tic toc I'll cut off his... Hey! I was going to say lock. The lock of his box where he keeps all the tattered wings he's collected. But you chop off whatever you like ;)

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

She is tough and ever resilient. The descriptors cause my black and white brain to have to think in color.
Complex and complete, as ever.
Awesome, Thank you!

[Reese38]

To quote Kerry O'Conner . . . .


"One of the difficulties of writing in free verse (and everyone thinks it's the easy option in poetry) is to find away to make it unprose-like, by infusing it with cadence and parallelism.
If anyone needs a lesson, let them read this poem."

My thoughts exactly. I would say, you should be teaching the subtleties of language and expression, but I know you write in a very different manner than classic forms dictate, you just let it happen. And in doing so, you create an incredible world of nuances.

[Tainted Ink]

Your a master at your craft!! Flawless! Mesmerized from start to end!

[LilyT]

Your story telling ability in cadence is incomparable to any writer I've ever read.



tippy tap B

undersea

under see my eyes

oversee

dreams stir ink across my thighs

writing yet another lullaby

dragon slumbers

his scales in c minor under my toes

keeping his sullen Notgirl ever close

and I bend and I pluck

and take my words back

from the moss and the coral bending his back



You are unbreakable.

[Crowley]

Delicious and somewhat nutritious......wow, that tippy tap really gave this a great rhythym and it reminded me of the original Grimms fairy tales where the moral and magic where there, but so was the big bad wolf with a penis and teeth.....great stuff....loved it.

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I see little red shoes bleeding black and blue... scuttling down a staircase of winding realities. Funny...that anyone would dare make so many attempts to stop the thuds of such a determined heart. But I don't think that heart would be as strong and solid and whimsical without them.
My tongue twisted and twirled against my palate with every stanza, because my dovely sings in warped notes more beautifully than anyone I know.

[Lachenille Papillion]

I can see the shadows of reality peeking through the light of your surreality, ever blooming against a gray sky, storm raging parallel, to and fro, in a soul destined for its divinity. You are not a talent on the verge of greater discovery, my friend, you are a gift at the edge of universal acceptance~

[Brad]

reminds me of a movie by Gilliam of the same name, you do evoke such tales of fancy, both dark and mysterious...from a woman who knows the dark side of every fairy tale

[Kerry O'Connor]

One of the difficulties of writing in free verse (and everyone thinks it's the easy option in poetry) is to find away to make it unprose-like, by infusing it with cadence and parallelism. If anyone needs a lesson, let them read this poem.

[w2de35657u687y4324rf]

The value of consumption is quite high in this piece. It seems that the stomach is the waterway to infinite dearth and amnesia; nothing may ever come back. You build a very powerful world around this. I enjoy how the imagery plays a course with the story of the writing. This is very dreamlike as the pictures you render are much like the manifest content of a dream. Yet, the latent content is also visible in the story line and all. I can follow all of your footsteps through Underland. Such beauty in darkness. You gain my applause once more. 100/100