words ? do tell?
Pen to paper, paper to pen.
A pointed kiss of death. A Question mark remains.
What does the blue ink mean bleeding into the white
paper; the script gliding across the wide threads
of the here and now, beguiling the truths of the soul
with funfetti confetti swirling the nouns and verbs,
married by dancing adjectives and betrayed by adverbs
so elegantly coerced into words, kissing passionately
yet, so (underscore) delightfully, (pause) delicate.
One screams. Pained. Seduced by the boldness
of the italicized words colliding with emotion.
Thunder.What! One must do with a pleading heart of poetry
and a pondering pen?