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
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Author: Heather Mirassou
I am a writer and poet. I am a Hippie at heart and cowgirl in spirit. I am kind, compassionate, loving and loyal and I am all forgiving.
I accept and love all people, of all creeds, religions, color, sexual orientation and any other characteristics that are non-conforming to society’s mold.
I am quiet in a crowd but speak volumes in my writing. It has given me a voice, when sometimes, I could not even speak.
Writing gives me the freedom to be “ME”. It is my most natural and comfortable state. Writing to me, is as essential as breathing.
I have two stellar and spectacular sons. Brandon and Trevor, ages 32 & 25. Being their mother is one of my greatest achievement of my life. They give me so much to live for. They inspire me, invigorate me and challenge me. They love me unconditionally. They have given me a fresh breath of life, when I’ve thought I had no breath left. They have faith and belief and remind me, that I can achieve any dream, any dream at all.
I love to be outdoors. The beach is my favorite place to be. I can skip, run, fly a kite, gather shells and rocks, be romantic, be calmed by the waves and at peace with the ocean. The mountains beckon me with wonder, I become one with the earth. Nature engulfs me, mind, body and spirit.
I treasure my family and friendships both new and old. I receive gifts of experience, wisdom and love on a daily basis from those closest to me.
In writing my poetry, I draw within the reflection of my soul. I write of beauty, of desire, of hope, of nature. I write some dark and some light. Some sad and some funny. Some old memories, some new. I write poetry of courage, defeat, dying and resurrection.
I write about my life experience, my challenges, my dreams, my accomplishments, dreams not yet lived. I write of love, intimacy, vulnerability and sometimes subtle, erotic poetry. I write about my impression and observation of life and people living amongst me.
I am forever changing on my life pendulum. With it, my poetry is changing and is a reflection of my soul.
Thank you for visiting, My Poetry Soul Closet. I hope you leave with a warm heart, an open mind and kindred spirit.
I hope my poetry somehow affects your impression of life, love and people.
With a Smile,
Heather Mirassou
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