Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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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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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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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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My Dearest Lani, My darling, my wild muse – your name hums against my skin like a struck chord of twilight. Your Handlebar mustache, and a mischievous curl, you ride through my thoughts as wind through tall grass. Your olive eyes, green with fire, I drown there willingly, living past reflection, where silence holds me…
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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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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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Fraught in the wildI hang on a moonbeam.
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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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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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Long after we metStill standing in foreverOur kindred spirits releasedBeyond our wildest desiresTo find love alone togetherFor I found you thereIn nights glow lightsFull of moon beamsShed of inhibitionsWith no one to seeI kissed you secretlyUnder the naked treeWebbed in shadowsEmbraced yet still freeFor I found you thereIn the warmth of the eveWithout a summer…
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Fraught in the wildI hang on a moonbeam.
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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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Her petals are pink with white tipsShe is in full bloom.I crawl to herShe hypnotizes me.She is a precious pearlShe is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream.Just let me stay nearShe opens a new flowerAs I quiver.Her pheromones enticeShe envelopes my presenceShe is part of me.As I am, of herI will returnEach new day and…
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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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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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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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We are as one in chatter, laughter and silence.We are like moonbeams tied to each other with rope. We float trusting each other not to let go.We are like falling stars, shining through each others eyes, mesmerized.We are like the ocean, waves dancing at the shore in unity drawing each other in.We are like Redwood…
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 