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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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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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 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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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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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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“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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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.
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She bared to him her coveted soulPrepared to be shunned .Instead she is accepted unconditionally.Her scars deep, he leads her to the lightA new journey begins.He incites her passion, through his wisdom and poetry.He helps her see beauty againShe must live again.
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The poem reflects a deep emotional connection between two individuals. One person listens to the other’s pain, represented by a thorn, and acts to remove it. Despite not expressing her distress, the act of compassion leads to the narrator’s own tears, highlighting empathy and shared suffering.
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Her breasts translucentHer nipples erectHer hips wide and curvyThey smell of lifeHer lips searchingHe stiffensHis mustache debonairShe chases him as they sit togetherHis lips voluptuousThey know where to goHis eyes mesmerizingShowing strengthPalm to palmWaiting for her to feelHer heart wide openShe opens to releaseWhat he is asking forThey pour togetherShe catches himShe sings a love…
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Barefoot and dirt-clodI tip-toe across the yardAvoiding mounds of stickersSharp rocks and weedsThe sky is fullSatin filled milk fluffMoonshineFull on meOur tangerine treesRustle with low-lyingBullfrogsRibbit, ribbitA symphony of crickets singsHigh pitched Beetle maniaI hear a distant “moo” from the cowsA latent “who” from the owls in the barnThe statuesque wind chimesIs playing a cacophony of…
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Like peach blossoms As lovely as daffodils In the purest hope of spring My heart-strings follow each strum of a harp Your voice a hypnotic melody. I leap like a cricket At the whisper of your name The evening floats On a great parrot wing. I am comforted With you by my side I hold…
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A sprinkling morrow Drinking from the trees Earth is cooling As the sun is shady A noble mood The simple quiet Of daydreams
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So alone in a cageShe rolls and rollsInto a safety netInto a cloakHer dream catcherBegins to unravelHer sheathHer cocoonIt is not suddenIt has takenA lifetimeHer net undoneThe butterflyConfusedFluttersLost from homeShe no longerFights or spinsOn a stringShe opens her wingsShe free fallsBlind and courageousCaught by a warriorFinally free
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He tells me I am as precious as a gem I am like a brilliant star in the sky Shinning bright and full of life That my soul shimmers And that I am full of delight I am his beloved And his treasure He is blessed beyond measure This love enlightens my soul And makes…
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 