Reflections

Reflections run deep
The shadows within
Gentle soul shimmers
But lets no light in

Little girl no more
Dismissed with a sigh
Some tears in the night
But no one sees why

Child, now woman
Grew up just too fast
She let go her heart
Now innocence past

Deeply burns passion
But hidden the soul
Within do not look
So vulnerable

Naive and trusting
So easily torn
Another to love
No longer forlorn

©2010 Laura Eno

Treasure

It seems that it's National Poetry Month, or something like that. I don't write poetry, or at least I haven't for the last 30 years. Maybe I'll subject you to some of that ancient stuff on another day.

This one popped into my head as I was falling asleep last night - never a good sign.



Treasure

Blood red lips
A delicate ear
These are things
That I hold most dear

Now that you're gone
I treasure them more
Under the glass
For me to adore


©2010 Laura Eno

The Bricoleur - Guest Blog

I'm the guest blogger over at Mark Kerstetter's The Bricoleur. I'd love to have you stop by and see a different side of me. :)

The Bricoleur

Thanks, Mark!