Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
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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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“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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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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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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Let me lay my head on your shoulderLay me on a bed of rosesKiss meI’ll be wearing whiteSing me a love songFor I love you soI don’t want anybody else but youLove me and make me feel aliveHold me close and tightMy heart falls wide openCome to me and enterBring your magic touchAs I whisper…
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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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Tears are nearYou can cry on my chestMy skin would take your tears insideI would keep themTake them nowI have never known such loveI never knew it could existI give you a place to cryBut moreBecause on me, your tears would just be going homeYou see I love them from within
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Nearly naked exceptA dangling Marlboro cigaretteExpertly stroking his loverFingers caress a slender bodyMethodically engulfing aromaThe sweet smell of sexSwollen lips surroundWaves of rapture quiverEyelashes and eyeballs flutterSinking into oblivionHead bobbing like a pendulumSavoring his lustInhaling smoke languidlySucking every last toxin
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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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Leave the mundane and familiar. Let your mind, body, and soul invigorate you. Leave a watermark or tattoo.
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We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again. We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again. Time is a thief to us. Though our love is timeless. The moment becomes our future. We gather in tandem to be close again. Ever widening our…
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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…
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The author reflects on personal liberation by shedding past traumas and shame. They express a transformation from confinement to freedom, asserting their individuality and strength. Emphasizing resilience, they embrace an invigorating journey toward self-discovery, symbolized by an empty backpack filled only with courage and hope for the future.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 