Black and blue words
on a crumpled page
are rolled tight in a fist
and tossed aside.
unable to utter their meaning
sputter and gag as an agitated mind
quickly leaps from one unconnected passionate thought
Ink rolls smoothly
off the tip of a glib ball point pen,
sassy pink veneer self assured
But the streaky symbols
don’t stand a chance against lightening fast hands;
quick to judge and dispose impressions
before seeing becomes believing
and what is written
might be read as the truth.
Powerful insight in this poem!! Really well phrased, Mary!! Well done!