Artist’s Canvas – Heather Mirassou
Artist’s Canvas
The artist strokes his canvas
His hues and tints of beauty
The orator of his creation
The perfect task of impression
Like a beam of sunlight
Rainbows illuminate
Glory and splendor appear
His vision is revelation
Twilight Bliss
Twilight Bliss
She whispers to heaven
No rainbows dampened
Young souls tossing
Pearl birds
Planet full of color
A purple myriad
Rejoicing iridescence
Whisper tears
Rustic turquoise
Revived sunlight
Fountain of harvest
Seas hypnotize
Goodbye twilight bliss
Lavender Moonlight – Heather Mirassou
Your skin glows
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 you tight
Like two twilight beams across the sky
In the listless evening
I listen for the last chime of the day
I lye with you
In lavender moonlight
Hand-in-hand we reach our destiny
For a mystical shower of love
Winter – Heather Mirassou
In the softest night
Free winter rises
Maiden blossoms sincere
Weary blossoms adhere
Winter grass is near
Naked tenderness is here
With tired kisses in the air
Goodnight springtime with care
April Alive – Heather Mirassou
April Alive
Budding bright rivulets
Islands of green groves
Ardent foliage
Idle leaves
Common spirit wild
Distant naked hues
Spot a summit air
April desires
Contentment alive
Nature Dawns
Nature Dawns
Nature Dawns
Flower fresh love
Perfumed trees
Rose colored affection
Sustenance to our eyes
Mother heaven in the skies
God’s great hand rises
Rain Dance
Rain Dance
The sound of crackling glass
Fill my eardrums and awaken me
A steamy haze beckons me
Barefoot and naked I tap-dance on bubbles
Sweet nectar fills my mouth with delight
The humid rain calms and soothes my sizzling skin
The stars are the brightest I have ever seen
The moon is tucked away in its cradle
Mother Nature has raised her hand for me
Come rain on me
Questionable Love
Questionable Love
From seedlings
Raw passion arrives
Teardrops germinate
A questionable love
Free reign love’s geyser
Either uproot and scatter
Or stay and bloom
Storm Canvas – Heather Mirassou
Storm Canvas
Storm Canvas
A storm canvas can take you away
Thunderstorms and lightening
Tempest roaring high
Tumult of a tropic sky
Impatient as the phantom wind
Magenta jealousy
The earth summons
Wanting whorls
Invisible love potion
Dare to walk in its wake
Hands in the air
Clean crisp air
I become transparent
My passion dims
The cyclone whispers
Grizzly arms athwart the sky
I am no longer a slave to society
The breeze of heaven blows
Upon my soul
Goddess – Heather Mirassou
Goddess
In sunny solitude
The swelling seas
Erase the bank of haze
Birds begin to sing
A skylark soars in the air
Purple hills of paradise
No longer dampened souls
Tossing and turning in the night
Pearl white peaks
Hypnotize across the planet
The color of strength
Of a rainbow myriad
Green cascading canopies
No longer drinking
Nature’s tears away
With fluorescent green
Humming birds
Under the turquoise sky
The vintage rustic vines
Are revived to a new life
Rejoicing hearts
Of amethysts and emeralds
Are awakened from
The breeze of heaven
Vines whisper in awe
Her sun
Sky sweet bliss
Fountain overflows
To twilight shade
Robed fields of gold
Her young berries
Plump and iridescent
Until harvest comes
She will say goodbye
And again renew
Mad Love – Heather Mirassou
As snow does to a fire that runs
Blue white Ophelia floats
Mad with love as magnificent as snow
And among water lilies
Star which melts away
The wind kisses her breasts
Shivering willows
A nest of mad kisses
Curves of her back
In each soft corner
From violet forests
His sweet brow
On the seascape
The calm black water
Black moss embroidered
Her great veils rising
Why the goldenrod stars
Love her reflection madly
The rivers are a sail
Shadow flowers with bale
Scented twilight
A pearl sky
Moonshine Wind Song – Heather Mirassou
Barefoot and dirt-clod
I tip-toe across the yard
Avoiding mounds of stickers
Sharp rocks and weeds
The sky is full
Satin filled milk fluff
And moonshine
Full on me
Our tangerine trees
Rustle with low-lying
Bull frogs
Rib bit, rib bit
A symphony of crickets sings
High pitched Beetle mania
I hear a distant “moo” from the cows
A latent “who” from the owls in the barn
The statuesque wind chimes
Is playing a cacophony of wind song
This life here engulfs me in its pure and rare beauty
I am one with the country, home again
Sinless Spring
It is dull and barren
A Melancholy, listless day
Nature had sent the sinless spring
Into momentary silence, as if to shame
There are millions of nature’s mysteries
That I do not understand nor lay claim
The harsh now billowing west wind’s eyes
Engulf white-tipped frothy waves and collide
The midnight storm showers and lightning did mate
The fresh rain melts lavender petals in my wake
I was entranced by its walls of gloom, dark and dim
Manhood beats gallantly finally ridden of their sin
Childhood eternal biding silently
The lovely lulling sea almost swept me away
If not for the hypnotizing dance of the sea
It slapped a salty soul-mist across my cheeks
My kindred spring soulfully awoke from slumber
To dancing clouds of joy that sliced the thunder
The sweet art of marmalade skies
Smiled back at me with June eyes
Copyright, Heather Mirassou 6/26/2010
Nature’s Hope – Heather Mirassou
Blue haze surrounds
She looks ready to birth
She is only
Half-Crescent tonight
I can see her
Slow
Methodical movements
As she readies her bed
She is alone
Her mate will be home soon
She will wait patiently
Until they are one
Before she gives birth
To her swollen
Ghost white belly
You will see her too
When she is full, bright
Glowing, shining
We will all be in awe
At the exact moment
Her baby arrives
It is the unknown
We never tire of
Instead we
Look forward
What is to be?
As a Bronte sister once said;
“Hope’s spell glorifies”
Like the young
To this aging eye
Full of billions, trillions
Of mysteries
The fearful
The fair
The young
The old
She soothes us
Lull’s us
hypnotize us
Brings us
Qualities
To conquer
Our fears
She is sister to me
Sister to faith
Nature is her mother
Her father the Universe
When I look upon the
Ocean and Sky
So vast and mysterious
She holds my hand
Makes me strong
Makes the moon ready
To bare
If I am not feeling
Comfort
Or I am afraid
She becomes my guide
When my fate is
Uncertain
I have lost
My way
Hope Sustains
No matter my path
My weakness
Becomes strong
As I wait
For spring
I elate.
Copyright, Heather Mirassou 6/23/2010
Heather’s Yosemite Collage
Heather's Yosemite Collage
Native American, Poet, Louis Owens
Native American, Poet, Louis Owens
“OUR JOB IS TO AWAKE PEOPLE…
UTTERLY CONSCIENCE,
TO ATTEND TO THE WORLD.”
Be Alive In Everything – Heather Mirassou
“Be Alive In Everything”
I had heard it before and for a moment in time
I had awaken and was alive
But when fear, adversity, uncertainty and sin left me stranded
I raised my protective shield and ran with the wind
My soul stirred, whispered, cried for release
I wanted tranquility, happiness and contentment
I hit my knees unashamed
Prayed for strength, guidance and humility
No longer to let life pass me by
I took a leap of faith
Acceptance and forgiveness paved my path
Unwavering love and perseverance carried me
God’s Beautiful Artistry
With blind and deaf awareness
Be Alive in Everything
Revel in life
Find the detail
Be precise
Touch Everything
Explore
Be Inquisitive
Touch it
Taste it
Smell it
Feel it
Record it with Clarity
Be Alive to Everything
Now Go Paint the Rain
Heather Mirassou
5/11/2010
Garden Affair – Heather Mirassou
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Cockeral Waltz
Cockerel Waltz
Good morning rooster
How do you do?
It’s the crack of dawn
You cock-a-doodle-do
You sit on your perch pride fully and woo
Standing mighty and bold you call your brood for food
Sleek and graceful you do the cockerel waltz
Strutting vaudeville statuesque
Crowing to proclaim your territory
You stand protecting your roost
Busty and brave
Watching for predators coming your way
The alpha male
Your ear lobes and crown are blood-red like a bird of paradise
Your steel beak as strong as a saw
Your feather mane chestnut drapes over your back
Your breast fuchsia and emerald quill
Your silken tail an extended fan
You run free rein on my ranch
A thousand chickens roost in my barn
You rearrange my garden while pecking for nourishment
Eating up all the insects and brown recluses in my yard
In dust you and your flock bathe
You even watch over the hens eggs
Your calls distinct and powerful
When you are still and content sweet singing rings
You are friendly to humans
And can even be domesticated
Stay here Roo
We will protect you
Heather Mirassou
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