© 2011 Watercolor on YUPO…Sigrid Saradunn

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What gets my heart beating
…. knowing the day is full
of surprises,  or not.

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Three nights I go to sleep
knowing when the sun rises
off a painting I will go.
It will be either one of the
nine to throw away
or the one A-HA painting
that keeps the muse flowing.

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My blood keeps flowing
as the words flow out
of my pudgy fingers
from my aging mind …
got to get them all out …
but the void fills again at
night…with more to write
and lots to say.

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My muzzles have died,
I have no fears any more.
I live to say what I need
to say, to paint what I need
to record. 
I’ve lived long enough
to be a problem to my kids.
Wish I could be here
in the end … to see them
figure out who that woman
they called MuM
really was.

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