Miscellaneous:

[Eric]

In the silence
after
she lay upon a rock

By the
blue glass
of a river

She does not
weep
she makes no sound

Just like that
her innocence
is gone

No beauty
no magic
and surely no love

Just gone
like him
after

Not the way
she imagined it
to be

A woman stands
where once
a girl lay

Her innocence
seeping down smooth
thighs

Without a sound
she slips
into the water

To wash the last
of her innocence
away.

[PaintedDiary]

Dear Eric,

This is such a realistic penning of a young gal's poignant experience and my heart goes out to this girl in your poem. Wonder how many young girl's have that secret. You brought me into the poem and I can almost feel her sorrow, embarrassment, and perhaps not regretting either. My mind went into a a few different directions as to her feelings. Excellent!

Kim