Answers by Dr. Christine Redman-Waldeyer



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Theme : Art
Answers
by Dr. Christine Redman-Waldeyer

A rhythm bursting
Out and
Into fingers
Wagging my
Paintbrush
To the forest

Where the bears walk
And play,
Where the frogs
Are brightfully
Exposed –

To the places where
Kangaroos
Jump over the moon
And the sun
Is reachable

To shores
Where the sun
Melts into
Rainbow skies
And surfboards
Wait
For mornings

Where horses
Cling
To seaweed

Still this music
And there is
A cat
Orange and
Staring

At me chasing
Now the blues
And yellows
Of butterflies

Until they leap
from
My brush
To my page

Where I can
Answer anything

December 31, 2006

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