Symphony of Broken Things – Heather Mirassou

Is it a dream or distant memory?
An Italian Concerto begins
The alto singer bellows
A 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 walls marred
Sheet-Rock littered floors
By years of crimson scarlet
You know this scene by heart
This is your life
A dramatic melody
A symphony of broken things
You muster your courage
Hit your knees and pray
Picking up the pieces
Hoping his tune will change
You begin an ensemble
Piecing remnants together again
A symphony of broken things

Garden Affair – Heather Mirassou

I inhale
Your Intoxicating fragrance
Pheromones entice
Lingering passion
Sun and sky sweet
I am delirious
Dancing in your
Wakening melodies
Bouquet of pearly white peaks

I Awake
In your quicksand soil
Scattering seeds
Delicate sea legs
Wobbly wooden stalks
Germinating roots
A newborn flower
Porcelain
Fragile, Fertile foliage

I swallow
Your clear spring geyser
Brisk diamond water
Raining sky water
Relieve my parched
Withering body
Swimming
Stealing grace
Sea of Fertility

I Rejoice
Your Renewing promise
I am breathless
Wild ecstasy
A Cacophony of birdsong
Gorgeous milk fluff
A canopy of tranquility
In the shape of a heart

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Vicarious Poet – Heather Mirassou

Your voice

A golden spoon

Laden with honey

Dripping languidly

Your tone

A wounded sparrow

Searching for safety

In a bed of soft feathers

Your words

Paint vivid images

With indelible ink

With shades of blue

Your feelings

Naked, pure and free

Pull heart-strings

Effortlessly

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Fear of Losing You – Heather Mirassou

FEAR OF LOSING YOU

No longer affectionate, attentive, thoughtful eyes;
instead, an expressionless, invisible, blank stare.

No longer strolling hand-in-hand, carelessly;
instead, walking moonbeams apart, drifting like clouds.

No longer drowning in passionate, lingering kisses;
instead, an obligatory, awkward, fleeting peck.

No longer two hearts bow-tied with strings;
instead, reclusive, lonely hearts, in a noose.

No longer dreaming of a lifetime together;
instead, an uncertain, somber, painful future.

No longer a confident, loving wife;
instead, a heartsick, lonely, aging woman,

Desperately afraid of losing you.

Heather Mirassou

Making Love to a Marlboro – Heather Mirassou

Nearly naked except

A dangling Marlboro cigarette

Expertly stroking his lover

Fingers caress a slender body

Methodically engulfing aroma

The sweet smell of sex

Swollen lips surround

Waves of rapture quiver

Eyelashes and eyeballs flutter

Sinking into oblivion

Head bobbing like a pendulum

Savoring his lust

Inhaling smoke languidly

Sucking every toxin

Heather Mirassou

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Cockeral 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

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Love To My Husband – Heather Mirassou

I am drawn to you like

The stars to the midnight skies

The Earth to the burning sun

Water to thirsting flowers

I am comfortable with you like

An old pair of boots

A faded pair of jeans

My favorite sweater and scarf

I am at peace with you like

Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake

Taking a walk in silence in the country

Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night

I am alive with you like

The laughter that is uncontrollable

The heart that goes thump, thump, thump

Running through wildflowers in the wilderness

Every ounce of my being

Mind, body and soul are riveted by you

I am alive with you, free with you, comfortable with you

I love you

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