Meander in my mind.
Come explore the deepest recesses.
Baggage, best behind.
Nights of wonder, and also excesses.
I splash the hues
and the forms are born in the space.
Cathartic release.
The strokes flow and come from grace.
Immersed in the flow,
Art can be such a savage master.
Post-creative glow.
As the pigments seep into the alabaster.

UNIQUE

What's going on in the Mind,
My Hands are tuning Right,
Fingers lyrics the page by Site..

Writer's.... Robin

Good rhyme and cadence. Welcome to the forums, Travis.

excesses in your peom? refers to drugs??

Nice poem .