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?