She is Touched
Cold and lonely days end.
My mind and heart begin to see her.
Then my eyes and hands did grasp her.
It is not I whom touched her first for we are mature.
Some of the great souls who have shared their spark have departed.
Some are here.
I have seen them, I meet one today.
Love has touched her.
I wish to stay near so that I may touch her again.
Enchanted – by Lani
I am yes, Enchanted.
By the Grace that flows from her fingers.
Enchanted yes, by the brisk clarity of the dark, winter night stars.
By the same summer evenings, they seem so close.
Enchanted yes, by the movement in the waters, her hands in the bath and the thunder and rainbows given by the grand lady Vernal Falls.
I am Enchanted by her hairs fine and long, like the grasses of the Meadow.
It is she, Enchanting, Heather by the Meadows, Ocean, Sky and Mountains.
Luster – by Lani
The luster comes during time.
Luster wasn’t my pursuit.
It was a gift of constant work.
I want my personality polished.
I think there is worth in it.
I went and looked for a woman who could make me better.
I found her.
She brought out the luster.
By Heather Mirassou
He tells me I am as precious as a gem
I am like a brilliant star in the sky
Shinning bright and full of life
That my soul shimmers
And that I am full of delight
I am his beloved
And his treasure
He is blessed beyond measure
This love enlightens my soul
And makes me feel whole
That I am a graceful lady
And he a strong man
We spend each day anew
And love each other as best we can
Making a future together
With a promise to love one another
Contributed by Chadd
It wasn’t the choices that were difficult.
It was the despair, deciding was too painful.
The open wound hidden from the mirror.
So returns the truth, a great blessing.
The truth hides from us some, for it isn’t new.
Truth already is, so we then decide once we see the truth again.
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Our Love is like the Flow
of Water and Gravity.
Journal Entry – Fate, Heather Mirassou
Fate is two hearts guided in the same direction in this very large world, who meet after acceptance of a “friend request”. Something I don’t normally do from those I don’t know. However, I believe people are put on each others paths for a reason.
It is two people chatting for hours and hours on messenger and the phone getting to know each other deeply before our first date.
It is two like-minded poets finding rhythm in poetry and love letters where a love story is being written.
It is the evolution of hope, faith, trust, acceptance and the foundation of unconditional love in our relationship.
It is a miracle we found each other. For Lani is like no other human being I’ve ever met and is all that I have ever sought and more than I could ever imagine.
Heart to heart and soul to soul we are at the center of love.
I believe this is an enormous gift from God and am so very grateful for Lani in my life.
So, the love story will continue to be written by us both and we are blessed today.
Contributed by Lani and Heather Mirassou
Your happiness is desirable
Privacy and a bed at last
We can’t be trusted
Ain’t monogamy grand
We love with youthfulness
We love with vigor
We respect lovingly
We love wisely
We love with insight
Passion with purpose
I want to be known by you absolutely
The First Night – Contributed by Lani
I watch you undress
I stir inside
You glance at me
You can hear my heart cry
My heart soars
My mind goes away
I pull you close
All of my senses focus on you
All life is passionate
You accept me
For the first time
There is no separation
We meet and have become the center
Bad Company Concert Fun
A Love Letter From Lani
Her eyes are as the green gems I seek in the desert yellowed by the sun.
Her smile wide and majestic as the horizon from the mountain top I love so.
I have seen the insight she bares.
To love in full intensity past the risk of hurt .
So now I know my place, never to hurt her, show her harm or turn from her unconditional Love .
Declarative – Lani and Heather Mirassou
Our stuff is here and there
We haven’t a creature that comes to us both
We do have love and share meaningfulness of Life
My mind searching the heavens for gifts to bring you
My heart does not want to stand alone
I am here, you are no longer alone
The pain is gone
I feel alive with you
We are both special and rare
Like a falling star and a crescent moon
It is not often a couple becomes as close as we
For our love grows as we find ourselves and each other in this love
Together we live in harmony
Like a river and a waterfall flowing together meeting to make love
We are one in nature
Combined to find the edges of love
A Love Letter From Lani
I am a jewel that polishes itself for the only love found
I find good things
I found you
We are so close
Let us go into each other
And raise ourselves holding ourselves together
We will both heal
We have both hurt
We can both step past it
Into a future with great love
Contributed by Lani
Never give up because time doesn’t end
Persist in time for time bears opportunity
Opportunity is simply the next step
Be energetic stepping as you are alive
Persist in life never give up
From Lani
Darling Heather, I want to write you love poetry
So I do
When I reach inside my self and wonder how I can love
There in the quiet moments the answer comes
Love her more she can handle it
Love her more she is worth it
Love her better and I have become better for the love shown her
Contributed by Lani
She calls for a poem
What is a greater gift given than
One on which is asked for
We ask for so little from our soul
The minds and bodies wanting’s
And needing’s mostly answered
The soul just the one thing asking
I rush to give her Love
Time – Heather Mirassou
We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again.
We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again.
Time is a thief to us.
Though our love is timeless.
The moment becomes our future.
We gather in tandem to be close again, ever widening our hearts in the center of love.
Contributed by Lani
She tells me in whispers
the secrets I want to know
She shows by example
the way I want to care about others
She rests peacefully in ways
I wish to be still
She breaths in the air of life
as do I , with great passion
She has become timeless
and never far
A Love Letter From Lani
Don’t stop saying
Let me close
Three words that do so much for us
My hands are open
My heart is waking
I love you timeless
All now
All future
I don’t go to God often
For you everything
I have to accept time moving along
I want time to stop
While we kiss
And breath the same air
I cherish the moment
Each hour in your arms
Brings new life to me
From the first hour
I’m pulling into love
I want you with me
You are magnificent
Contributed by Lani
The night, my passion goes to her
Her flowering image fills my mind
Broken days left in the past
Lessons good gifts rightly kept
She receives me lovingly, the night
Contributed by Lani
I like her in white cotton
All her kisses welcome me
I go to her smiling
I begin to tremble
My will falters in restraint
She puts her hand on me
I felt her inside
Love me now holding tight
Holding you makes the moment real
A Love Letter – Lani and Heather Mirassou
Tears are near
I want to cry on your chest
My skin would take your tears inside
I would keep them
Take them now
I have never known such love
I never knew it could exist
I give you a place to cry
But more
Because on me, your tears would just be going home
You see I love them from within
A Love Letter – From Lani
We must dance
Oh you know I love to dance
I press against you
Oh yes
To excite you
To make me strong
I hold you tight
Every muscle flexes
Gravity decreases
Your heart glows
I bend your hips
I hold you from both sides
We are in ecstasy
You have guided my hands
I have lifted you
We are in the same love
We don’t let go
I love you deeply
I want to feel all your weight
As proof you are real
Do this for me
Yes my love
I will remember
I will too
A Love Story – Lani and Heather Mirassou
We are glowing together
A smile that lasts day and night
Whether separate or apart
The heart crack is wide open
We are at the center
Exploring the edges of love
I am here
You are near
Love is grand with you
My grace
Your strength
Will carry us today and tomorrow
Love unfolding naturally
Acceptance draws us near
Unconditional love fulfills us
A love story is being written
Our future together is clear
Dedicated To My Lover Lani – Heather Mirassou
My heart and soul ache for you
My lips, swollen search for you
My eyes find yours and dive deep into the ocean of blue
Your neck, a wonderland, we are tangled
Your chest, beating like a drum, my dance floor
Your stomach, white and flat, my resting ground
Your legs, pillars of strength, they hold me like bricks
Your curvy toes, tickle me in my dreams
Your love, like to no other in this world, you set me free
A Love Letter – Lani
Please hold me
I ache to hold you
Press ourselves together
We will hear music
Just holding each other
Your breath is music to me
I want to hide away with you
Soon
I’ll listen to your heartbeats
I have been saving this special first for us
I wanted to love you more before I listened
The heart I love beating
I will listen with my ears and hands
You will be breathing deep
And we will be in love
I could do this today
I love you so
You will love me
I flutter some
I flutter too
We are the same
You kiss me gentle
I kiss you deeply
A Love Letter – Lani and Heather Mirassou
How did you find me again?
I cried
I must live
And you appeared
God has plans for us
Sometimes when we are broken
God gives us miracles
That is each other
Dedicated To My Lover – Heather Mirassou
Let me lay my head on your shoulder
Lay me on a bed of roses
Kiss me
I’ll be wearing white
Sing me a love song
For I love you so
I don’t want anybody else but you
Love me and make me feel alive
Hold me close and tight
My heart falls wide open
Come to me and enter
Bring your magic touch
As I whisper your name
I will hold your soul
As we share dawn
I will not give up
I will be patient
I will endure
Give your all to me
Contributed by Chadd Henderson
It is not enough
To love you from a distance
It is not enough
To live doing little things
Human life is to reach
Inside ourselves
Inside someone else
And be received
These simple acts
We start with our hands
Contributed by Chadd Henderson
In the forest we see many things
As we step along we hear many things
Our Aura enlarges
We see more, we hear more
We feel more
The cracking twig stabs us with fear
Yet we do not run
We have become above the animals
Fear, it flees from us as we Live
Lani’s Love – Lani and Heather Mirassou
Her breasts translucent
Her nipples erect
Her hips wide and curvy
They smell of life
Her lips searching
He stiffens
His mustache debonair
She chases him as they sit together
His lips voluptuous
They know where to go
His eyes mesmerizing
Showing strength
Palm to palm
Waiting for her to feel
Her heart wide open
She opens to release
What he is asking for
They pour together
She catches him
She sings a love song of poetry
To the man she wants
He watches over her while she sleeps
She hums
And prepares the morning gift
Another day in love
She wraps her legs around his
Not wanting him to leave
He stays together for her
Their purpose
Together
Twin rainbows
Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou
I return to Old Wisdom
It seems fresh
I return to my footsteps
They are still there
Praise God I am not alone
This world would be too hard
The waters pour life into us
We need only to be together
Take me on your journey
Tell me stories of your past
I will listen with an open heart
I will see your reflection
Give to me your wisdom
You are not alone
My footsteps are near
Whisper then closely
What will bring you to tears
We need only to be together
Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou
Her petals are pink with white tips
She is in full bloom
I crawl to her
She hypnotizes me
She is a precious pearl
She is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream
Just let me stay near
She opens a new flower
As I quiver
Her pheromones entice
She envelopes my presence
She is part of me
As I am of her
I will return
Each new day and night
And revel in her beauty
Let Me Close – Heather Mirassou
Let me close you said
From your eyes, I saw a crack in your heart open
I came to you and let you close
You held my hands
Caressed my face and laid it against mine
Let me close you said
I felt a crack in my heart open
Let me close you said
You put your hand against my heart
As did I
Our hearts beating opening the crack’s further
Your lips so soft and voluptuous
I followed them
Let me close I said
Until we meet again
I am speared
Contributed by Chadd Henderson
She came to me
I did nor turn away
She told me of her thorn
I pulled it
She did not cry
I cried for her
Darshan – Chadd Henderson
Darshan, a Sanskrit word meaning to give from within.
Let us grasp hands
Let us see into each other’s eyes
Let me gaze upon your forehead
See in me what you can
Let us persist until my heart cracks open
Or until one of us is reduced to tears
I Am Speared – Heather Mirassou
i am speared
Do not let me go
Take me
To new heights
I will follow you
To and fro
Show me
Hidden valleys
And meadows
Waterfalls
And shower
Me with mists
And rainbows
Tell me
Why you
Are speared
I have no fear
For I am yours
Take me
Now
For I am
Speared
Contributed by Lani
My lover lay on my bosom. I feed him from within.
He holds me. There is no separation.
He leaves for the daytime and some nights alone.
He returns to me as pure as when we parted, my lover.
Contributed by Lani
Wake now Noel, to a man baring a gift like none ever received,
Ready yourself Marie, it will take time to receive.
As your name Mirassou carries thee for the life of Lani’s gifts, need time to be given Heather.
Beloved – Chadd Henderson
Beloved there is
Nothing about that I love you
There is only how
Even now I whisper to you
Hear me come to you
My hands are open
The morning is soon
Colors – Heather Mirassou
Colors surround her, each color tells a story.
His colors different, yet complimentary.
They softly meet and collide.
She awaits aroused.
Waiting for his hands, his smile and mustache a mystery.
Both shy but made of poetry.
Patience my princess,
I will come to you sweetheart.
Dedicated to my friend Chadd – Heather Mirassou
She bared to him her coveted soul.
Prepared to be shunned, instead she is accepted unconditionally.
Her scars deep, he leads her to the light.
A new journey begins.
He incites her passion, through his wisdom and poetry.
He helps her see beauty again.
She must live again.
I Love You Like – Heather Mirassou
I love you like, a rainbow that stretches across the sky and has a pot of gold waiting at the end of it.
I love you like, the midnight sky in Lake Tahoe and the stars you can almost touch in the summer sky.
I love you like, a set of wind chimes dancing, singing, twirling and awakening in the whispering wind.
I love you like, a rock skipping across a river out-running a rainbow trout and a fisherman’s line.
I love you like, a wild and crazy motorcycle ride, hanging on to love for life.
I love you madly, deeply, wildly, freely and unconditionally.
Dream Catcher – Heather Mirassou
So alone in a cage
She rolls and rolls
Into a safety net
Into a cloak
Her dream catcher
Begins to unravel
Her sheath
Her cacoon
It is not sudden
It has taken
A lifetime
Her net undone
The butterfly
Confused
Flutters
Lost from home
She no longer
Fights or spins
On a string
She opens her wings
She free falls
Blind and courageous
Caught by a warrior
Finally free
I Am Blue – Heather Mirassou
I am blue today
Like the cobalt sky
I reach for
The crisp air
So I can fly
I ride Clouds
That look like cotton balls
They litter the sky
I am untouchable
Just as she is
Botanical Gardens
My Iris Garden
Heather Mirassou Iris garden.
Micropoetry
The hills have holy feet
The hills have holy feet
Take your baptism
Contributed by Chadd Henderson and Heather Mirassou
Her petals are pink with white tips
She is in full bloom
I crawl to her
She hypnotizes me
She is a precious pearl
She is dripping with fragrance and fresh cream
Just let me stay near
She opens a new flower
As I quiver
Her pheromones entice
She envelopes my presence
She is part of me
As I am of her
I will return
Each new day and night
And revel in her beauty
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Micropoetry
A sprinkling morrow
Drinking from the trees
Earth is cooling
As the sun is shady
A noble mood
The simple quiet
Of daydreams
Micropoetry
The insanity is dead
All red about the sky
The insanity is dead
All red about the sky
So cold against the wind
This day shall flee
It is thirsty
It is wandering
Blurring at the end
Micropoetry
From childhood
I have not taken my sorrow
I could not awaken my heart
To joy at the same tone
All I loved
I loved alone
In Honor Depression and Mental Illness Awareness
Poetry Slam – Women and Rape
Be Alive In Everything – Heather Mirassou
Be alive in everything. Now go paint the rain.
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
Tattoo
Leave the mundane and familiar
Let your mind, body, and soul
Invigorate you
Leave a watermark or tattoo
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
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Laughter echoing in the country
You pluck the Autumn
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Fraught in the wild
I hang on a moonbeam.
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
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Love is ripening tender-taken breasts.
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
One coin and I will confess
Words to be unbuckled.
Poet – Heather Mirassou
Monumental quill
Muses
Thee created
To write
Tongue-tied
I mend
Immersed
In poetry
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
I am a wanderer and a poet.
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
I cannot silence my victor
To cry unlettered words
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Falling deep
Wearing down
Desperate for energy
I am beaten
A broken harpstring
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Forever look deeper
Find Your core
There is only one keeper
Yet always more
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
Universal nature
Mountains, winds and woods
Her throne
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
“The night grows out of me.”
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
Circus – Heather Mirassou
In a circus
A hurricane designed
By a drunken god
Extravagant hearts
Blow up again
In a rampage
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
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.
A Journal Entry from 1985 – when I was just 18 years old. “In Definition” by Heather Mirassou
The temptations of life. Not knowing a yes or a no. Experiencing new feelings and ideas which circulate in our minds. Unsure of what to do. Questions which have gone unanswered. The consequence of doing wrong. The pride and joy of doing right. Why do we have to choose? Friends, lovers, and enemies learning to live and cope with each. Tears and laughter. Opposites that can be joined. Rebelling, an action only those who rebel know what the definition is. Why do we live in a world of definitions? There are so many decisions to make the effect of indecision. To live we must give humbly, ask kindly, respect all and most of all fill the world with love.
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
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
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.
Tap-Dance – 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 are
controlling the inner-chaos
with a key that empowers me.
Boundaries – Heather Mirassou
My dying spirit
Spirals out of control
Working my bloody
Body to the bone
You ask too much too bare
I resent you for lying in despair
Balance does not exist
Only terror on the edge
A vicious wrath begins
As my rage causes lapses
Of memory and judgement
Pieces of boundaries
Lay on the floor
My apologies and amends begin
Until again
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.
Desire – Heather Mirassou
Wonder amorously
Blood brimming
Wilderness vessel
Every droplet wet
Chaste with soul
Hips become fierce
Thighs become fiery
Thrusting,pumping and springing
Chasms burst
Your glorious spring cascades
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
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.
Journal Entry – Heather Mirassou
And my tears became water brooks…
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.
Quote by Rumi
“Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because
it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it”. ― Rumi
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”.
Under The Moonlight – Heather Mirassou
The aqueous moonlight
floats from heaven
Sober hues and a tender wind
crisscross the sky
A hazel mist melts the faint dew
below the sleeping willow tree
The murmuring water lilies
awaken the egantine
While my white eyes are lulled
under a topaz canopy
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
Delight – Heather Mirassou
I see naked droplets
of subtle honey bee.
Love released beyond
our summer lending trees.
Beyond a breeze
glow-worm light shines bright.
Love wheel delight
for the stars are giddy tonight.
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
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
Quote by James Dickey
“A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightening.”
Summer – Heather Mirassou
August thickened under the bleached sun
Ravens swimming in tilting trees
While lust ripens in fruit rain
In A Dream – Heather Mirassou
In a dream I felt the cool white
His sweet madness
Among anchor water lilies
The willows were trembling
A nest of twilight kisses
Where the stars are shivering
Scented sweet and wild
From violet forests
Our arms intertwine
With beads of love
Grandfather – Heather Mirassou
His brows like bended bows with curly-q’s
His mustache like motorcycle handlebars
His eyes like green gin olives
His hair grey and wavy like ocean whitecaps
His hands immaculate and powerful like a surgeon’s fingers
His figure debonair and statuesque like Fred Astaire
His smile cautious but genuine like Buddha
His memory a journey like the wine that ran in his blood
Dedicated to my grandfather, Ed Mirassou
Repent – Heather Mirassou
So sexy before the shadows
Like silk against the light
Passion unbreakable
Gummed above the grave
Be watchful
There are ghosts under the mist
Shining awake
Saying goodbye
A phone ringing somewhere
For how long
Forget to go home
Wondering why
The vision has died
Repent
Marvelous Truth – Denise Levertov
“Marvelous Truth, confront us at every turn, in every guise, iron ball, egg, dark horse, shadow, cloud of breath on the air…”
– from “Matins” by Denise Levertov
Kid’s Play – Heather Mirassou
“King of the Hill” you begin to play
You bump, bump, bump and sway
You see a perfect high landing spot
On an upside-down horse trough
You hop, jump and fly slowly through mid-air
Your small hooves landing easily on two pairs
You strut your stuff on the cold steel effortlessly
Showing your body strength and dancing dexterity
As you put on your crown and look up at the sky
You friends bow down from side-to-side
You are “king of the hill” showing off your expert dance
She winks at you way up top and begins her sexy prance
She pretends to hide but curiously you see her peek
You join her in a private game of hide-and-seek
She quickly finds you hiding in the prickly hay
You blush and nuzzle her chestnut face
Her body slender and strong topped with white angora fur
You rub her lovingly as she lets out a soft lulling magic purr
She continues to flirt winking her eyes with her head hung low
You excitedly whisper sweet-nothings she agrees you may be her beau
You rub your tickling head against her horns beaming with pride
You motion to her, let’s go play all seriousness aside
You join the other kids who are tryin to reach the sky
Together you dance and sway, jump, hop and fly
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
Take Me Home – Heather Mirassou
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Hold my hand steady
And sing to me a song
My face filled with tears
All my family is gone
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
Under the grapevine canopy
You taught me to be strong
The hundred year-old oak tree
Dances until dawn
Take me home mama
To a place I once belonged
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
Artist’s Canvas – Heather Mirassou
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 – Heather Mirassou
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
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 lie with you
In lavender moonlight
Hand-in-hand we reach our destiny
For a mystical shower of love
Winter – Heather Mirassou
Angel Hair Pasta – Heather Mirassou
If I Were There – Heather Mirassou
Peaches and pears your delight
Divine roses a gift from your wife
Your favorite soups and stews
Lamb and veal cooked to and fro
In silence in your hammock
Hoping the sun melts the cancer away
If I were there
I would rub your brow and wet your lips
If I were there
I’d warm your sheets and fluff your pillows
If I were there
I would bring you home under the old oak tree
If I were there
I would fill your house with sunflowers
If I were there
I would sing sweet poetry melody
If I were there
I would lay next to you and comfort you
If I were there
I would read you prayers
If I were there
I would have said goodbye
My knight and shining armor
Dedicated to my father; Jim Mirassou
One Dirt Grave – Heather Mirassou
She was only fourteen
Happy and vibrant
Awaiting her first kiss
Not noticing who was watching
Her neighbor odd but friendly
Obsessed with her loveliness
Coerced her to stray from safety
She fell into a pit
Dug well ahead of time
It was a heinous crime
She had no time to scream
Unable to fight
He smothered and sliced her
Never to be whole again
April Alive – Heather Mirassou
Nature Dawns – Heather Mirassou
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
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
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
Storm Canvas – Heather Mirassou
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
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
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
This was a free write in response to Arthur Rimbaud’s Ophelia. His poem is lovely and mine does not quite do it justice.
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