poetry
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What She Feels – by Heather Mirassou
She doesn’t want to be toucheduntil she is understood.Not the outline,the weight beneath it.She carries longinglike a second pulse.Quiet. Persistent.Learned from being unseen.When desire comes,it’s braided with memory,every time she stayed,every time she left,every time she loved anyway.Her body opensonly when her chest does.Only when the achehas her name.She wants connectionthat lingers after the lights… Continue reading
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d’Verse Challenge “Zero” Quadrille – by Heather Mirassou
Zero is a shutter of untouched light,a polished loop that holds the breath of all beginnings.It waits like an unclaimed PIN code, humming with invisible charge.Framing the crisp threshold where possibility gathersbefore stepping into form from quiet core to nothing. Continue reading
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My Poems in Response to Weekly Prompts at Skeptic’s Kaddish.
This week’s challenge is to write a piece of “musical poetry” inspired by an instrumental guitar track. Listen to “Canción Triste” by Jesse Cook from the album Vertigo: If you can’t listen to this track, choose any instrumental piece (with no lyrics) you like — preferably one featuring guitar — and mention the piece you chose in your post.… Continue reading
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A poem from Lani to Heather – by Chadd Lani Henderson
She tells me in whispersthe secrets I want to know.She shows by examplethe way I want to care for others.She rests peacefully in waysI wish to be still.She breaths in the air of lifeas do I, with great passion.She has become timelessand never far. Continue reading
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Matriarch of Light – by Heather Mirassou
A poem written for a lovely woman who passed away yesterday. She lives in our heart and soul. She is loved by many and her memory will be carried on for many years to come. I celebrate her as a dear friend and like a mother. Continue reading
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Journal Entry November 26, 2025 – by Heather Mirassou
He tells me I am as precious as a gemI am like a brilliant star in the skyShinning bright and full of lifeThat my soul shimmersAnd that I am full of delightI am his belovedAnd his treasureHe is blessed beyond measureThis love enlightens my soulAnd makes me feel wholeThat I am a graceful ladyAnd he… Continue reading
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1967 – a d’verse Challenge, Numbers – by Heather Mirassou
1967 hums like a vinyl worn groove,a year stitched in paisley, drifting into it’s move,tie-dye dreams blooming wild in summer heat,sandals slapping freedom down every sun-washed street.It smells of sage smoke spiraling into the sky,a caravaning wanderers learning how to fly;guitars ringing truths no textbooks ever knew,voiced braided together in a rainbow heaven.1967 is a… Continue reading
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Autumn’s Quiet Spell – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Dust Ball – by Heather Mirassou
Well I am too LATE to submit for the prompt. But, here is my Quatrain, 12 line poem. I roll across the floor without a command,I catch what drifts, accept what lands.I move when pushed, I stay when still,I gather weight without a will.I spin through corners, rest in light,I shrink and grow without delight.No… Continue reading
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The Mirror Below – by Heather Mirassou
She knelt where night and dawn entwinesthe water cold, the air like wine.The lake lay still, a breathing glass,where souls of old and shadows pass.Her face appeared, yet not her own,a younger ghost, in silver tone.The girl, she began to rise,with moonlight burning in her eyes.”Why do you call me from the deep?”the spirit asked,… Continue reading
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Whirlsong – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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d’Verse Challenge Dizain Poem
Here is my Dizain Poem: Ember of the HeartLove burns in silence, soft as candle flame,It flickers low yet never fades away,A breath a glance, and nothing stays the same,The night turns gold beneath its tender swayThrough storm and shadow hearts will lose their way,Yet still they circle back, by unseen thread,To where the first… Continue reading
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I Am Wakeful – by Heather Mirassou
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. Continue reading
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Whiskey Town – by Heather Mirassou
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 Continue reading
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Journey Through the Wilderness – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Whispers of the Vine – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Brilliance in the Sky – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Inheritance – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Nature’s Whimsical Dance – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Sweet Thickened Mud – by Heather Mirassou
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 Continue reading
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Micropoetry October is a Beggar – by Heather Mirassou
October is a beggar Knocking on doors Snatching golden leaves In Autumn Continue reading
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Cockerel Waltz – by Heather Mirassou
“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… Continue reading
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Micropoetry Paint the Rain – by Heather Mirassou
The clouds and moon Has set my heart on fireI think I will go paint the rain. Continue reading
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Micrpoetry Look Deeper- by Heather Mirassou
Forever look deeperFind Your coreThere is only one keeperYet always more. Continue reading
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Micropoetry Autumn – by Heather Mirassou
Laughter echoing in the countryI pluck the Autumn. Continue reading
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What I Am Most Proud Of – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Journal Entry Writer’s Block – by Heather Mirassou
I think all writers can relate to this. Continue reading
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Riding Free – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Kid’s Play – by Heather Mirassou
“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… Continue reading
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Tap Dance – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Storm Canvas – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Vicarious Poet – by Heather Mirassou
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 Continue reading
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Under the Moonlight – Heather Mirassou
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. Continue reading
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Micropoetry Look Deeper – by Heather Mirassou
Forever look deeperFind Your coreThere is only one keeperYet always more Continue reading
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Micropoetry Broken – by Heather Mirassou
Falling deepWearing downDesperate for energyI am beatenA broken harp string Continue reading
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Angel Hair Pasta – by Heather Mirassou
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 Continue reading
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Symphony of Broken Things – by Heather Mirassou
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… Continue reading
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Nature’s Serenity – by Heather Mirassou
A sprinkling morrowDrinking from the treesEarth is coolingAs the sun is shadyA noble moodThe simple quietOf daydreams Continue reading
