Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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I stretch my legs like rubber bands,then flop sideways without a plan.My whiskers twitch at empty air,my tail flicks twice, then swats a chair.I pounce on shadows no one sees,my paws land soft, but sometimes sneeze.Ears rotate like satellite dishes,nose sniffs crumbs, then hasty wishes.I knead the couch, then bite my paws,stare at walls in…
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The night exhales along the breathing shore,tide loosening its silvered seams.Salt rocks remember older namesthan those we give to longing.This sea that bares her bosom to the moonholds nothing back.Light drifts across her skinin slow devotion,a hush taught only by distance.Stars hover, while clouds learn restraint.I stand emptied by the listening dark,heart tuned to the…
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We are born reachinghands empty but alreadyshapedlike questions.We learn the weight of timeby losing what we love -first toys, then peoplethen versions of ourselves.Hunger drives us forward:for touch, for meaningfor proofthat this brief spark matters.We build names, stories,nations, gods,trying to steady the groundbeneath us.We hurt each otherby accident or on purpose,and spend our lives learningthe…
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She doesn’t want to be toucheduntil she is understood.Not the outline,the weight beneath it.She carries longinglike a second pulse.Quiet. Persistent.Learned from being unseen.When desire comes,it’s braided with memory,every time she stayed,every time she left,every time she loved anyway.Her body opensonly when her chest does.Only when the achehas her name.She wants connectionthat lingers after the lights.Hands…
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When you draw me in,the room fractures into color,violet storms,amber spirals,a chorus of fallinggleaming stars.Somewhere in that strangebrightnessour hearts slip theirboundariesand learn a wilder shape.
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You come to melike a midnight orchid,unfurling only in shadowswhere my name trembleson the edge of your petalsYour words brush my skin,soft as rose-silk,dangerous as thorns.I lean closer,letting your breathtrace the rim of my longinglike a fingertip circlingthe mouth of a lily.You open slowly,deliberately,as though revealing color.An act of devotion,and I ache to touchyour secret…
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Yellow, yellow Sunflower,what did you say?I almost missed your bright petals in my path today.I ask what would you beif you were on a big stalklike me?Oh, I think I would be a red poppy.Not as strong as thee,so my petals can whisperin the spring breeze.My stalk flows weightlesslyso my petals can whisper in the…
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Her skin pink and satinTrapped nude in a secret vault.I lavish her sweetlyShe moans and begins to quiver.Her dazzling sapphire eyesSwoon over meI whimper.A virgin begins to charmLike a candle made of potion.A rare ruby shinningDances in the mirrorSubtly hypnotizing.She tastes like sugar and honeycomb.Her taught fingersCaressing languorously.Sunset like a fireEngulfs me.The evening torrentsAn aphrodisiac.We…
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My DarlingYour fingertipsThe Slightest touchMy skin ripplingGoose bumps ariseLike prickly pearsGive way to Sizzling fireA Desperate acheA Primitive desireMy Neck becomesA Bountiful harvestTaste of SweetNectarI Lay in waitBegging youBlowing breathYour tongueTingling of heatMy BodyAn HourglassFull of Voluptuous curvesMy Gentle bosomSoft as silkElectrifying splendorBlood pulsatingTaught and tightHypnotizing ecstasyYour BodyPleading meBy Perfect designMy delightOur Madness penetratesA Primitive…
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We are glowing togetherA smile that lasts day and nightWhether separate or apartThe heart crack is wide openWe are at the centerExploring the edges of loveI am hereYou are nearLove is grand with youMy graceYour strengthWill carry us today and tomorrowLove unfolding naturallyAcceptance draws us nearUnconditional love fulfills usA love story is being writtenOur future…
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A poem written for a lovely woman who passed away yesterday. She lives in our heart and soul. She is loved by many and her memory will be carried on for many years to come. I celebrate her as a dear friend and like a mother.
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The hills breath amber whispers through the day,as drifting leaves rhythms play;the maples hang their lanterns low and sway,then hush the light at dusk collects its grey.A river mirrors skies molten gold,its ripples slow, obedient and cold;each stone reveals a tale the currents told,each reed leans in like monks serene and old.The wind becomes a…
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I usually write Free Verse poetry but after thirty years of writing poetry, I have decided to start writing some strict Forms of poetry. What has kept me from writing poetry in Form? Fear! Fear of failure. Fear of acceptance. Just fearing I am not good enough. Well here is another poem I have written…
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I was born with the aches Of the earth in my bonesA wildflower soulBreaking through stoneThe storms bent my stalk But did not destroy I swayed, whispered And still found joyMy voice once silencedNow hums like a breezeMoving through pinesAnd whispering seasI write not just wordsBut the weight of the skyMy pain roots deepYet still…
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I am wakefulwhen clouds arenesting and the windis thrusting.Stars twinklingin painted fieldsA moon overflowedand the rain beginsto rouse.I rise in a dreamwhere my spirit soarsI faintly kissthe stream.
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In dawn’s soft cradle, dew-kissed leaves arise, silver where sun and silence meet. The forest breathes amber lullabies, It’s a drumbeat buried deep in peet. Each branch a brushstroke on the sky’s ledge Each bird, a lyric in morning’s cage. The river, winding like a serpent’s dream, coils through glad in whispers, swift and sly…
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The grapevine sighs beneath the sun,its knotted roots and tendrils spun.Through rows of gold and fading green,a dream of fruit, a sacred scene.The clusters swell in dusky light,each orb a kiss of day and night.They glimmer in deep purple skin,with all the summer soaked in.The leaves like aging hands unfold,still fierce with fire aged in…
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I inhale Your Intoxicating fragrance Pheromones entice Lingering passion Sun and sky sweet I am delirious Dancing in your Wakening melodies Bouquet of pearly white peaks I Awake In your quicksand soil Scattering seeds Delicate sea legs Wobbly wooden stalks Germinating roots I am a newborn flower Porcelain Fragile, Fertile foliage I swallow Your clear spring geyser Brisk diamond water…
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She is ivory like linenkissed by dawnhe is tan like sand warmed by the sun.They hear canaries singoutside their windowsas a flamingo skyunfolds.He says,”Grab your camera -we must catch themagnificent sky.”Together, they run,chasing brilliance,feeling it pulsein their eyes.Tranquil they stand,delighting in the sky,as light spills over like paintfrom an artist’s hand.They cherish the moment,of this…
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She planted violates with callused hands and a summer and winter suntan. Soft-spoken strength in every bloom. I watch unsure if I would ever grow a garden, or a voice or a room to hold the gifts she held plain. It took forty years to see the soil she turned was also mine. That I…
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Honeydew rain drips languidlywhite icicle confetti fallson a glory of wisdom fields. Savoring murmurs weavewebbed in dreams, still dropletscling to the kindred moon. Periwinkle dusk humssweet madnesswhere stars are shivering. Velvet spirit breathes deepwinter loses the sun’s glowand hearts quiver with life. Realm and elements entwineearth’s eternal globe turns,tilting trees in calm rudder skies. Masquerading…
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Open up you rain The summer is sweet thickened mud My knees are bowed Beneath the broken wind Heaven rises Kicking the giant fallen sun Open up you rain The summer is sweet thickened mud
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It’s Been Quite Some Time Since a Stranger Noticed Me. Do See Me? I Am Here. My Genuine Smile Smiling at Everyone I See. Don’t You See My Chiseled calves? Voluptuous Thighs A mile high? I may be over Fifty – But My Bosom Swings, And Skips To a Funky Beat With a Tip-Toe Skip,…
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The clouds and moon Has set my heart on fireI think I will go paint the rain.
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I am yes, Enchanted.By the grace that flows from her fingertips.Enchanted yes, by the brisk clarity of the dark, winter night stars.By the same summer evenings, they seem so close.Enchanted yes, by the movement in the waters. Her hands in the bath and the thunder and rainbows given by the grand lady Vernal Falls.I am…
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Forever look deeperFind Your coreThere is only one keeperYet always more.
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Fraught in the wildI hang on a moonbeam.
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Laughter echoing in the countryI pluck the Autumn.
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When I was twenty years old I spent twenty-four hours in labor with my first son. He was so large that the doctor told me that he would have to break his shoulders if I could not push him out. Two nurses jumped on my stomach after forceps and a vacuum and hanging from a…
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In the dawn of the worldwomen were given horses. Creatures shaped from stormand meadow.Their hooves striking sparksof freedom.They rode not with reins,but with whisperstheir souls threading throughthe breath of the beastwildness answering wildness.Love bloomed between them.Not possession but devotiona covenant older than languagesacred as the bond as motherand child,When a woman rides,her spirit unfurlsand the…
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I am drawn to you likeThe stars to the midnight skiesThe Earth to the burning sunWater to thirsting flowersI am comfortable with you likeAn old pair of bootsA faded pair of jeansMy favorite sweater and scarfI am at peace with you likeSitting in a boat in the middle of a lakeTaking a walk in silence…
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“King of the Hill” you begin to playYou bump, bump, bump and swayYou see a perfect high landing spotOn an upside-down horse troughYou hop, jump and fly slowly through mid-airYour small hooves landing easily on two pairsYou strut your stuff on the cold steel effortlesslyShowing your body strength and dancing dexterityAs you put on your…
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A storm canvas can take you awayThunderstorms and lighteningTempest roaring highTumult of a tropic skyImpatient as the phantom windMagenta jealousyThe earth summonsWanting whorlsInvisible love potionDare to walk in its wakeHands in the airClean crisp airI become transparentMy passion dimsThe cyclone whispersGrizzly arms athwart the skyI am no longer a slave to societyThe breeze of heaven…
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Your voiceA golden spoonLaden with honeyDripping languidlyYour toneA wounded sparrowSearching for safetyIn a bed of soft feathersYour wordsPaint vivid imagesWith indelible inkWith shades of blueYour feelingsNaked, pure and freePull heart-stringsEffortlessly
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Her lips like ruby pearlas soft as a silk sheet.Her mouth like blush candyas sweet as a cherry treat.Her breasts like buttermilkas delicious as whipped cream.Her hair a gleaming goldlike heaven’s falling leaves.Her heart like a mirror toher soul as to the sea.
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The aqueous moonlightfloats from heaven.Sober hues and a tender windcrisscross the sky.A hazel mist melts the faint dewbelow the sleeping willow tree.The murmuring water liliesawaken the eglantine.While my white eyes are lulledunder a topaz canopy.
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A sprinkling morrowDrinking from the treesEarth is coolingAs the sun is shadyA noble moodThe simple quietOf daydreams
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Fraught in the wildI hang on a moonbeam.
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When marionettes are dancing and prancing,voracious appetites are searching.Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling.Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide,pick-up artists catch befallen angels andpick up the pieces as morning arrives.
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Mother Nature beckonsHer brilliant cacophony.Her pine treesDancing, swaying, and whispering.Their virescent greenShimmering throughBlue HuesPeaceful and calm.MesmerizingHer birds singA sweet melody.White puffy cloudsSurroundedBeams of sunshineBenevolent to me.Immersed inHer enchanting beautyShe is bewitchingShe is my company.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 