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There’s a reason she left,
a reason no one saw her,
In place of Lane Smith,
is her real name - Lane Sawyer.
She traveled bare footed
upon rafts of free write,
didn’t care what sandbar,
her muse decided to light.
She once painted
a room dark brown
And talked her friend
Candy into sticking around.
“I’ll help you eat that Snickers,
if you paint my room.”
Candy, not too quick, said,
“Sure! I’ll do it all by noon!”
And then there is the time,
when she faked her own demise.
Her friends all had a funeral,
closed casket, sobbing eyes…
“They say it was her thumb!”
one, in anguish said,
“Well, she was so awfully clumsy!”
said another, hands on head.
To that they lifted snifters
to brandy they left their sorrows
“To George, Old Joe and Susan!
To Lane of hopeful Tomorrows!”
And as they left the church,
a shadowy form revealed
a snickering Lane peering...
she’d leveled the playing field.
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There’s a reason she left,
a reason no one saw her,
In place of Lane Smith,
is her real name - Lane Sawyer.
She traveled bare footed
upon rafts of free write,
didn’t care what sandbar,
her muse decided to light.
She once painted
a room dark brown
And talked her friend
Candy into sticking around.
“I’ll help you eat that Snickers,
if you paint my room.”
Candy, not too quick, said,
“Sure! I’ll do it all by noon!”
And then there is the time,
when she faked her own demise.
Her friends all had a funeral,
closed casket, sobbing eyes…
“They say it was her thumb!”
one, in anguish said,
“Well, she was so awfully clumsy!”
said another, hands on head.
To that they lifted snifters
to brandy they left their sorrows
“To George, Old Joe and Susan!
To Lane of hopeful Tomorrows!”
And as they left the church,
a shadowy form revealed
a snickering Lane peering...
she’d leveled the playing field.
.
A contest entry
- Dalaney...We Are Claiming Our Right to Say Goodbye by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended April 28, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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well, I see your wrote a 'wonderful tribute' to her...


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Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to read and comment. lol
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Well done and a wonderful tribute to my AP sister. This made me sad, I miss her so much.
Love,
Amera♥

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I don't know Lane very well, but her poetry always has elicited attitude and stirs the reader. Sometimes, leveling the playing field is very appealing. ...Bright and evocative Lady Lane!
~ Karen
Oh! I think the title is marvelous!

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Three thumbs up!
Joe

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Thank you Joe.

Paul
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This reminds me of my church days as a teenager in my mom's pentecostal church. I can relate to "fakes her demise" in the most excellent way. Great poetry.


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Thank you for reading and commenting Zayra. I grew up in a pentecostal church. My father was a minister.

Paul
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Whatever I understand about Lane she is not a person to be finished...she can take a pause..she can be hold, but she will not stop herself..this is what I believe I am sure..just wait and watch..she is a flowing river..and river is sometimes not seen especially when it is flowing in the deep of the peaks...well this is my beleif...though you did a wonderful job while depicting her...


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... I really liked this!


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I'm glad you got a kick out of this Kathleen. I'm convinced that Lane is just a trickster, has taken a break because of her mashed thumb (can't type) and just wants to sit back and sloicit a reaction from us all.

Paul
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Ah what a twist and how delightfully done. Loved it! And so would she! Love, C


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There is always a twist. I like a woman who can level the playing field. ~Pamela


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HEhe very creative Dear. What happen where'd she go Why?????? lol She's one of Marks favorites. Good luck with this you oughta do well.


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in a couple minutes, I'm going to post a message to the contest page that might help explain.
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