Painting of My Voice

"Writing is the painting of the voice"~Voltaire

#40 in Poetry

My voice is my paintbrush. My words are vivid drops. My poetry is a splash of rich paint.
Here's a mere sample:

Success, sometimes I understand it

Other days? It's mercilessly incoherent, like a unsolvable puzzle.

My thoughts unfurl like poison ivy,

Intoxicating the most luminous cracks, fixing them in place as if it's glue.

My cracks are in place, completed with poison ivy

My mind must truly be a lost cause.

Though there lay a lost fragment of mischief in the deepest edge

My inner child.

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