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 and 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

  • Whispers of the Vine – by Heather Mirassou

    Whispers of the Vine – by Heather Mirassou

    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…

  • A Girl – by Heather Mirassou

    A Girl – by Heather Mirassou

    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.

  • Angel Hair Pasta – by Heather Mirassou

    Angel Hair Pasta – by Heather Mirassou

    Virgin Oil encasedOregano, Basil & Thyme Fragrance ascendBlonde strands flyaway Garlic Shards dancingSwim in the wind Pulsing Beef StakeRed River Flowing Seeds floodingTightly wadded Expertly woundAtop her head Wasp-hiveAngel Hair pasta