Autumn was fast approaching in Canada...leaves had turned an open ear to the whisper of shortening days

Kerry couldn't just phone Lynner to tell her the bad news

the sad upheavals of her life had to be held in loving arms and stroked away with loving hands that communicated the unconditional love she had for her best friend from high school

Booker hadn't closed in on Lynner and her appreciation of him was profound he could be the gentle protector and with Lynner he always was

she found her friend down by the wetland...staring out over the bird estuary

staring into the moving grasses and watching the birds dip in for small sea life and caught fish that happens when the tides rushed out

Lynner had fought the good fight relinquished herself to the wrong kind of men and withstood their deadly blows she was mentally scarred and fragile but one would never know it from the way she carried herself

she had been born to be the bubbles in Champagne

and she still bubbled on the surface

and her eyes twinkled beneath the bruises of lovers young and old who stopped by to relish her remarkable body and sup from the rare delights of her nubile mind and soul

only Kerry her dearest friend was tortured along with her at the fledgling promises she made to herself to get it right someday

to mean more then just an enjoyable re-pass for a man who was just stopping over on his way to someone somewhere else

but why milady

they said

my smile is so sincere

am i a fledgling horror

just beneath my kind veneer

I'm singing the changing song

it sounds so sweet

a tenor's fragrant epitaph

it soothes today

but for just how long

her dearest friends said

you shouldn't try him

instead fry him

defy him

die him

sacrifice him

upon your sexual flame

slice and dice him

here I'll loan you the knife

the one you need to end his life

never fear

he'll bleed out

blood so red and clear

or sew his lying lips

disregard his fitful eyes

those tears aren't real and no surprise

just the tools of his rotten game

the ones he used to 'cause you to be ashamed

Comments

Ruth Newell Sept. 12, 2011 @ 9:13 p.m.

OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NAN!Incredible in so many ways.

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nan shartel Sept. 12, 2011 @ 9:46 p.m.

why thank you miss roody!!

i'm so glad u like it...i'm actually writing about a real person in this one...a person who deserves to get more not less in her personal relationships '-D

i have one caution for women in need

~~ don't cast your pearls before swine~~

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quillpena Sept. 13, 2011 @ 10:32 p.m.

My favorite line is, "she had been born to be the bubbles in Champagne."

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nan shartel Sept. 17, 2011 @ 4:18 p.m.

but i like this one 2 Quill

"and her eyes twinkled beneath the bruises of lovers young and old who stopped by to relish her remarkable body and sup from the rare delights of her nubile mind and soul"

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quillpena Sept. 18, 2011 @ 12:16 a.m.

Goes without saying, nan. To be honest, do you ever write bad lines?

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nan shartel Sept. 18, 2011 @ 7:22 a.m.

oh hunnyshort...yes i often do...but they never see daylight in the READER

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nan shartel Oct. 1, 2011 @ 11:05 a.m.

Quill i want to see something here at the Reader from u REALLY soon buddy!!!

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nan shartel Oct. 1, 2011 @ 10:33 a.m.

thx so much little lady...r u still having retirement fun??

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nan shartel Oct. 1, 2011 @ 11:03 a.m.

u r a sweetheart Pat to come over from Facebook to read my stuff

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