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A Virgin – Heather Mirassou

Her skin pink and satin

Trapped nude in a secret vault

I lavish her sweetly

She moans and begins to quiver

Her dazzling sapphire eyes

Swoon over me

I whimper

A virgin begins to charm

Like a candle made of potion

A rare ruby shinning

Dances in the mirror

Subtly hypnotizing

She tastes like sugar and honeycomb

Her taught fingers

Caressing languorously

Sunset like a fire

Engulfs me

The evening torrents

An aphrodisiac

We tremble into oblivion

In exotic bliss

As my charmed jewel

Lies with me

 

Mother Nature – Heather Mirassou

Mother Nature beckons

Her brilliant cacophony

Her pine trees

Dancing, swaying, and whispering

Their virescent green

Shimmering through

Blue Hues

Peaceful and calm

Mesmerizing

Her birds sing

A sweet melody

White puffy clouds

Surrounded

Beams of sunshine

Benevolent to me

Immersed in

Her enchanting beauty

She is bewitching

She is my company

Micropoetry – Heather Mirassou

Take me to the ocean

Bring the leaping sun

Daybreak is full of diamonds

Dancing swelling tides

Make me want to write

 

Micropoetry – Heather Mirassou

October is a beggar

Knocking on doors

Snatching golden leaves

In Autumn

Whiskey Town – Heather Mirassou

Disillusioned

Smoking cigarettes drunk at 3: a.m.

Spinning into nothingness

With whiskey drunks

Hookers walk the strange yellow streets

Women who fear intimacy

Or falling in love depraved

Depressed mannequins are consumed

Guilt and shame asunder

They dance in their tangerine slippers

Under a hopeless moonlight

Poet – Heather Mirassou

Monumental quill

Muses

Thee created

To write

Tongue-tied

I mend

Immersed

In poetry

Fruitage – Heather Mirassou

The moonlight is topaz

A light that is insatiable

The fruitage an acidulous gold

Full to the brim

A quencher

Droplets alive

Of perfumed fruit

Azure Rain – Heather Mirassou

Azure colored rain

And the fragments

Whirl like a feather

A weather vane

While the angels applaud

Daring and debonair

I invade

Through the Looking Glass – Heather Mirassou

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My past is but a dream. My present an insatiable appetite for life. My future pre-determined 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 with no preconceptions, expectations or promises to keep. Only a silent treasure chest of dreams only I can see. Only a panoramic view of what is the best I can be.

Perhaps, I would fly overseas and travel countries in poverty, recording adversity and atrocities.

Perhaps, I would study the stars and galaxies.

Perhaps, I would march in pride and diversity.

Perhaps, I would study archeology, geology or history.

Perhaps, I would be Simon or Garfunkel in Central Park in New York City.

Perhaps, I would sail alone on the open seas.

Perhaps, I would visit my native France and Italy.

A dream is a dream, but through the looking-glass I can see and be the best of what has made me.

I will continue to record life, love, and history through my poetry. My self-made dreams connecting in this irony.

Dedicated to: Trevor Edmund Mirassou and Brandon Timothy Borden, my sons.

 

 

 

 

Open Up You Rain -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

Eventide – Heather Mirassou

As the Earth hangs unstrung
The sun begins to weep
The wandering outline of the sky
Is slackened into a fountain
Fading into eventide

Guys and Dolls – Heather Mirassou

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 and

pick up the pieces as morning arrives.

Melodies – Heather Mirassou

Embroidered ivory mountains

flowing tipped waterfalls

and melodious violet fields.

A thousand madrigals

and fragrant Myrtle groves.

The rivers and streams

sing sweet rapture

symphonies.

As the celestial hidden skies

hover Venus charms

aquivering goddess sighs.

Descent – Heather Mirassou

How

dare mutest thee

heaven’s sanctity.

Now them hast

deep spirits

quickening breath.

A vision childless

breaking virtues

angel’s slumber

in death.

What Is A Soul To Do? – Heather Mirassou

What is a soul to do
when it’s conflicted and confused?

What is a soul to do
When it’s hidden and suffering thru?

What is a soul to do
when it rebels against the truth?

What is a soul to do
when it’s twisted in two?

Pour, pour, and pour out
your soul.

That is what a soul should do.

Hiroshima Sky – Heather Mirassou

A bare rainbow

rains acid glass

from a Hiroshima sky

a thousand galaxies collide

in a demonic sky

where the innocent

dreadfully die

 

I Am Wakeful – Heather Mirassou

In the wee hours
I am wakeful
When clouds are nesting
And the wind is thrusting
Carnival wildflowers glow

Twinkling in painted fields
A moon overflowed
And the rain begins to rouse
I rise in a dream
Where my spirits soar
I faintly kiss the stream

Revelation – Heather Mirassou

I am silver

I have no preconceptions

Unchanged by love or dislike

No cruelty only truth

She turns to the moon

That reflects her faithfully

Now I am like a lake

A mirror of revelation

It is her face that replaced the darkness

She has said goodbye to the young girl

In me, I see

An old woman

Rise

Starry Night – Heather Mirassou

Blue secret garden

Milk and honey glitter

Silence – Heather Mirassou

What is this quiet soul to do?
My voice and fingers are stuck like glue
The boredom overwhelming my senses very alive
For hours and hours I dare strive
The silence is drowning me inside
I stammer and suffer begging for words to come to my sight
Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up this fight
Oh hearts of hearts please break these ties
So my soul may once again take flight
So that I might not die


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Nature Dawns – Heather Mirassou

Nature Dawns
Flower fresh love
Perfumed trees
Rose colored affection
Sustenance to our eyes
Mother heaven in the skies
God’s great hand rises


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Rain Dance – Heather Mirassou

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 to me
Come rain on me

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Questionable Love – Heather Mirassou

From seedlings
Raw passion arrives
teardrops germinate
A questionable love
Free reign love’s geyser
Either uproot and scatter
Or stay and bloom

Childhood Blackness – Heather Mirassou

Childhood blackness
Trusting in silence
Trying to recall
Memories of water
Chasing Dreams

Foster Child – Heather Mirassou

Foster child of silence
What did you say?
You were always instructed to smile
It was a woman’s way
Your smile is corrugated
You eyes sheathed in despair
You yearn for a rush of happiness
You wear your masks expertly
Until your hidden emotions bleed
You pace and pray to make them go away
But you cannot stay sane in this façade
White padded walls embrace you
Until your soul is cut in two
You finally speak
But no one listens to you
No light on the horizon
Only darkness that ties you down
You don nakedness
You plant your feet in a potted tree
Hoping to go back to a place,  safe and serene
Instead on the cusp of losing your mind
You hear voices calling out
Telling you that they love you
You look all around for them
But remain alone in the padded room
Your mental illness you cannot control
It is the monster in your heart that wants to let go
You gather your strength above no other
To put another mask of sanity on your face
You play your façade expertly
And you are released for a time
Until you become a danger to yourself or others again
Where is your gratitude?
Just for today
You have been given multiple chances
Of a second chance at life
Remove the lock and key from your soul
Seek help and slowly let the pain come
Don’t let it drown you
Some memories have been taken away by God
Other’s  have endured with his assistance
But what is wisdom and life without trial
Begin to forgive and begin to heal
Let the dragons come head on
With your family by your side
You are not alone
Speak your voice or ink your pen
But do not be a victim
To the demons inside
Take off your running shoes
Go barefoot in earth’s paradise
Walk to the ends of the Earth
And God will kiss your blisters away
You will no longer be despondent
No longer suffocating in your silence
You will remain on the path to freedom
Break from the constant
Begin to live again
Free yourself
Find the courage and the voice
To say goodbye to the old demons
The harmony in your heart is your life-giving force

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Goddess – Heather Mirassou

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

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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

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Be Alive In Everything – Heather Mirassou

I had awakened 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 in Everything

Now Go Paint the Rain