Today February 2, 2016

Just today I put on my hearing aids and was hypnotized by the sight and sounds of the earth. I heard black birds mating calls, I heard a dribbling creek, I heard my mom call my name, I could hear her laughter. I could see like I could hear. Everything so crisp and clear. The clouds like a family of Pillsbury dough-boy’s, the cascading, hungry hawk searching for prey. The smile in my husband’s eyes.

I will recall what it felt like to be alive. To feel connected to something bigger than me. Something so unique and amazing that I don’t forget to smell the roses. To be brave and kind and rewind. Engrave the world in my mind. To feel connected mind, body and spirit is essential to my survival.

It’s time to get out of this shell, reach out and connect with the world again.

With a Smile,

Heather

 

 

 

Nocturnal – Heather Mirassou

The forest is dark
by night it’s been swallowed
all things mysterious
all sounds hallowed.

Nature’s nocturnal
all life’s gathered here
although all movements are ghostly
there is nothing to fear out here.

Dark mythical arms
hide the moon
dawn will be arriving
but never too soon.

Crickets shrill
and interrupt the night air
owls cry and make harmony
nature is so romantic in the air.

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

violet fields.jpgEmbroidered 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

a quivering 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.

Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou

“I stray from my beloved pens and paper hoping

it is only a momentary lapse. I wait in solitary,

until I can once again chronicle human

nature with color, tone and transparency”.

 

 

Young Bliss – Heather Mirassou

Young bliss

a fragrant kiss.

Lips slumber

eyes agaze.

Arms aflame

damp passion.

Enmeshed in desire

bloomed within.

A Girl – Heather Mirassou

Her lips like ruby pearl

as soft as a silk sheet.

Her mouth like blush candy

as sweet as a cherry treat.

Her breasts like buttermilk

as delicious as whipped cream.

Her hair a lucent gold

like heaven’s falling leaves.

Her heart like a mirror to

her soul as to the sea.

I Am Wakeful – Heather Mirassou

Moon Silhouettes

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