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 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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DisillusionedSmoking cigarettes Drunk at 3:00 a.m.Spinning into nothingnessWith whiskey in my handHookers walk strangeYellow streetsWomen who fear intimacyOr falling in loveDepravedDepressed mannequinsAre consumedGuilt and shame asunderThey dance in their Tangerine slippersUnder a hopelessMoonlight
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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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“Good morning roosterHow do you do”?It’s the crack of dawnYou cock-a-doodle-doYou sit on your perch pride fully and wooStanding mighty and bold you call your brood for foodSleek and graceful you do the cockerel waltzStrutting vaudeville statuesqueCrowing to proclaim your territoryYou stand protecting your roostBusty and braveWatching for predators coming your wayThe alpha maleYour ear…
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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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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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I think all writers can relate to this.
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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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I tap-dance on egg-shells in my ballet shoes.They whisper across the floor.Omitting noise that might entice a temper.I find a hide-a-way in a hole.My heart, soul, and pen arecontrolling the inner-chaoswith a key that empowers me. Dedicated to those who have or who are in domestic violent relationships. You are not a victim, you are…
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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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My past is but a dream. My present, an insatiable appetite for life. My future, predetermined and out of sight. Oh but to be young again, to begin again, to find me again. Who would I aspire to be? Through the looking-glass, I see a mirror image of me. Free to be who I am…
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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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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
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Is it a dream or distant memory?An Italian Concerto beginsThe alto singer bellowsA passionate tale Proud and stout He commands attention A classic narcissistic symphony Balancing a tight-rope A thunderous crescendo begins Drums rattle and roll Strumming your violin You tip, waddle and fall Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang A symphony of broken things Your white…
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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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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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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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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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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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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
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 