To take the bit between the teeth –
to dot the i’s and cross the t’s.
Those tittles tattle on my words.
For pens are mightier than swords
I’d rather turn swords into ploughshare

and put the pens to paper for
provoking ink to go to war.
A war of words, a war of nerves
where each iota nails and serves
a purpose to unleash emotions.

My heart as octopus with ink
connects the dots so I could think
in black and white, in blue and red
in all the colors in my head,
about the plumaged pen’s devotion.

Oh what a bomb, oh what a splat,
the mechanism of trickling chat –
from puppy love to making it,
from not at all to thrilled to bits,
from dropping drops to gaining oceans.

So take the bit between your teeth –
and dot your i’s and cross your t’s.

15 December 2009