Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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Lips crash into mine -a storm breaking open fleshhunger without a pause Your nails down my back raking fire down my body I burn willingly Breath tangled, stolen your mouth claiming every gasp I drown in the glideHip against hipthe rhythm hard, unhiddennight shakes with our pulse Sweat drips between us heat folds like molten…
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Our love is like the flow of Water and gravity.
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October is a beggar Knocking on doors Snatching golden leaves In Autumn
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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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Forever look deeperFind Your coreThere is only one keeperYet always more
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Falling deepWearing downDesperate for energyI am beatenA broken harp string
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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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Monumental quillMusesThee createdTo writeTongue-tiedI mendImmersedIn poetry
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One coinI will confessWords Unbuckled.
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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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The author reflects on a lifelong struggle with sorrow, feeling unable to awaken their heart to joy. This deep sense of isolation is emphasized by the idea that all their love has been solitary, highlighting a profound connection to both sadness and loneliness from childhood.
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My lover lay on my bosomI feed him from withinHe holds meThere is no separationHe leaves for the daytimeSome nights aloneHe returns to meAs pure as when we partedMy lover
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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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The insanity is dead All red about the sky So cold against the wind This day shall flee It is thirsty It is wandering Blurring at the end
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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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Leave the mundane and familiar. Let your mind, body, and soul invigorate you. Leave a watermark or tattoo.
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The poem reflects a sense of despair and disillusionment, with imagery of a cold, red sky symbolizing turmoil. It captures the fleeting nature of the day, characterized by thirst and wandering, ultimately conveying a feeling of confusion and a loss of clarity as it reaches its conclusion.
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The hills have holy feet Take your baptism.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 