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Sarah Deutser Art

Mandala Artist - Houston, TX

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Tidepool

My anemone essence
blossoms like the lotus flower,
clarinet falsettos weeping in the afternoon.

This ebbing home,
my seashell heart,

a prayered and lovely secret mollusk,
curved and tender,
pure.

Bowls of sparkling seaweed brine, Shakti’s mighty ocean,
pool and curl my wetland home,
my flowing algae shore.

To you, although,
I am a rock’s
stubborned old
barnacle lone,
spitting your deafened eye
with watersalt.

So have then my shell —
my hollow, brittle shell,
but that, to you, is all.

And thus, and thus,
I shall remain
with the rhythmed, lilting, crying tides —
my mournful, breaking Sound,
forever mine.

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