Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou

A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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My name is Heather Mirassou, I come from America’s Oldest Winemaking Family, I have been writing poetry since I was twelve years old. My favorite poet at the time was Leo Buscaglia, who writes about love. I sent him a letter and a few of my poems and he wrote back rewarding me with a signed book of poetry and an inspirational letter. He said I was a NATURAL POET and I should continue writing poetry and learn and practice as much as I could. I will always remember his influence on my writing and my will to follow in his footsteps. The symbolic interpretation of my last name, Mirassou is: Mirror of the soul One who reflects within The watcher of light A woman who sees truth beneath the surface

  • Between Fire & Silence – by Heather Mirassou

    Between Fire & Silence – by Heather Mirassou

    Smoke curls over shattered walls,the sky bruised in shades ofsorrow,yet beneath the rubble,a flower presses through stone,tiny and defiant.Gunfire writes its harsh rhythm,shattering windows and hearts alike,but in quiet corners,laughter spills like warm tea,soft as unbroken promises.Soldiers march with boots ofthunder,and children trace chalk rivers oncracked streets,their songs ripple acrosstrenches,a fragile bridge over moltenhatred.War rages…

  • Hibernate – by Heather Mirassou

    Hibernate – by Heather Mirassou

    Under foxfur dusk, ponds sealshut with glass,lungs of soil exhale frost andiron sleep.We hibernate, embers cuppedin ash and silence throughwintered veins.Listening for sap, for bones,for snow-drifted hours,slow heated dark inside earth.

  • d’Verse Prosery Challenge – by Heather Mirassou

    d’Verse Prosery Challenge – by Heather Mirassou

    The granite and schists of my dark and stubborn countryloomed ahead like a grumpy old giant, arms crossed and refusing to budge. I had packed only a backpack, a dubious map, and an overinflated sense of bravery. Rocksjutted like teeth, trails twisted like pretzels, and everysquirrel seemed to judge my clumsy feet. Somewhere agoat -…

  • d’Verse Challenge “Zero” Quadrille – by Heather Mirassou

    d’Verse Challenge “Zero” Quadrille – by Heather Mirassou

    Zero is a shutter of untouched light,a polished loop that holds the breath of all beginnings.It waits like an unclaimed PIN code, humming with invisible charge.Framing the crisp threshold where possibility gathersbefore stepping into form from quiet core to nothing.

  • 1967 – a d’verse Challenge, Numbers – by Heather Mirassou

    1967 – a d’verse Challenge, Numbers – by Heather Mirassou

    1967 hums like a vinyl worn groove,a year stitched in paisley, drifting into it’s move,tie-dye dreams blooming wild in summer heat,sandals slapping freedom down every sun-washed street.It smells of sage smoke spiraling into the sky,a caravaning wanderers learning how to fly;guitars ringing truths no textbooks ever knew,voiced braided together in a rainbow heaven.1967 is a…