The Sensual Soul Poet by Heather Mirassou

A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by sensuality, love, nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.

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  • Cat Rent – by Heather Mirassou

    Cat Rent – by Heather Mirassou

    My cat pays no rent.
    Still, she owns the house.
    She judges every meal served.
    Then screams for something better.
    Apparently, chicken insulted her deeply.

    At midnight, furniture becomes prey.
    Curtains suddenly require immediate climbing.
    My sleeping face becomes pavement.
    She gallops across my stomach.
    Then sleeps like nothing happened.

    Morning brings another dramatic crisis.
    Her bowl appears completely empty.
    Three crumbs remain clearly visible.
    She reports me to management.
    Unfortunately, she is the management.

  • d’Verse Prosery Challenge – by Heather Mirassou

    d’Verse Prosery Challenge – by Heather Mirassou

     
    The granite and schists of my dark and stubborn country
loomed ahead like a grumpy old giant, arms crossed and 
refusing to budge. 

I had packed only a backpack,  
a dubious map, and an overinflated sense of bravery.
Rocks jutted like teeth, trails twisted like pretzels, 
and every squirrel seemed to judge my clumsy feet. 

Somewhere a goat - or was it a wild-eyed hermit?, bleated a warning. 
I slipped, tumbled, and somehow ended up dangling from 
a cliff by my shoelaces, like a confused marionette.

Yet, through sheer luck, stubbornness, and an embarrassing
amount of swearing, I found the summit, triumphant.
From up there, the land glared back at me, granite and
schists unyielding, as if saying, " So you've survived. For now"

     

    The first line, “The granite and schists of my dark and stubborn country.” is

    from the poem by Nan Shepherd, “The Hill Burns”

     

  • Paws – by Heather Mirassou – I’m Back

    Paws – by Heather Mirassou – I’m Back


    Hershey, black satin, length of my torso,
    Diamond green, serene eyes.
    Velveteen curious nose,
    Tongue like a pumice stone.
    Her elegant but waddling stride.
    Powerful, confident, and territorial.
    Sitting like a queen on her throne.
    Cat of mine, mother to be.


    Tuxedo, black and white, bow tie and all.
    White sock-covered feet, satin gloves,
    Long white elderly whiskers,
    He reminds me of Fred Astaire.
    Quick, calculated, light on his feet,
    Shy yet debonair.
    Patient, watchful and full of pride,
    Cat of mine, Father to be

    Oreo, friend and foe.
    Black face and tail.
    Her body, white as snow.
    Fearless fence and roof climber.
    Mischievous youngster on the prowl.
    Paws in the air, tummy exposed,
    Purring loud vibrations.
    Kitty of mine.