Colour of my voice By Nomthandazo Moyo

Ronald Mackina © Ernest Mackina (2013)

The colour of my voice

The distinct colour of my words.

A shade depicting my moods and thoughts;

Or maybe its a entire spectrum 

Artistically painted into a masterpiece of my character.

The pitch, the sound

The harmony I reflect.

My joy translated into a dyed canvas

But wait, 

My anger paints my bliss.

Shouting, screaming; my volume raised.

Echoes trembling, my texture roughened.

Sulky responses and muted thoughts,

Elation thoroughly masked

Bursts of pigments escape my lips.

Tainted from deep within.

Question is 

Is my colour constantly changing?

or is it different shades of one?

Poem:  © Nomthandazo Moyo

Image:  © Ernie-MacPics

Life from thoughts

Beside the fireplace,
With the melody of crackles of the flames as his sole companion:

A servant to his mind,
His life saved by his thoughts -
His desire quenched by a double malt;
Tamed on the rocks.

His state of mind?
Manifest!!!
Asking himself-
Is this déjà vu?

No!!!
His thoughts have come to being.
Classic paintings, camouflaging the sense of success,
Simultaneously accentuated
by the scent of achievement.
In his head- where it all emanated.

The quality of his thoughts,
Determined his life...