This week I have not written
I have fallen in love
with color

the color I can make
with the new pen
the magic of choice

the hand that I cannot quite control
weaves a strange pattern
on my delicate screen

I follow the trail
made by the silver pen
but in the end
strike close
and do not keep
this tenuous effort

Will it let me gain
that treasured sense
of control?
or will this tracing
disappear
forever
as the memory fades?