Some days silence seals me tight,
a locked-glass world, a vanished night.
Other days, sound threads its way
through thin cracks, of half-lit days.
I read your lips – each curve, each flare,
a cloud mouth shaping fragile air.
Your words bloom open, soft and slow;
I catch the ones that choose to grow.
But behind me waits the quiet fear –
footsteps quiet and near.
A whisper brushing at my spine,
a shadow crossing into mine.
Music hums through skin and bones –
a deep pulse, only I can own.
Drums rolls under the floor
a thunder waking me from within.
Guitar strings spark beneath my ribs,
a trembling chorus no one fibs.
Loved ones speak, and light unfurls
light ribbons pearls.
Sometimes I catch each
shining tone.
Sometimes the meaning alone.
I walk the line from deaf to hear,
some days to dust,
some days clear.
A flicker of sound, a swallowed call,
a world, I grasp not at all.
Yet, still I rise, through beat and breath,
through half-heard life and borrowed depth.
A body listening, fierce and true,
in every way it’s learned to hear you.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
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4 responses to “Between Quiet and Near – by Heather Mirassou”
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Is this a personal experience Heather? It expresses “inbetween-ness” quite beautifully. I like the defiance of the final stanza. And the reminder that love will communicate regardless.
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Yes Dom. I am seventy percent deaf. Perhaps that is why I am a poet and chronicle life as much as I can, what I can see anyway. What I can’t hear, I improvise in my poetry. Life can be very challenging at times, especially since it is progressively getting worse recently. It has been getting increasingly difficult for my family and friends to communicate with me. That makes me sad and I am doing everything that I can to make it easier for all of us. It is a daily challenge. I said, maybe we should take a couple of classes in sign language, maybe that is the next step.
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It sounds difficult for all concerned. I can understand you must have moments of frustration and sadness. We all face challenges, but this one is a big one for you all.
I can see why you’re drawn to such an ‘interior’ artform as poetry.
Signing might be a good option, especially amongst those closest to you.
Thank you for sharing your experience, I feel privileged to hear it. <3LikeLike
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