Shan's Crap (Shannon McEwen)

Three thick aging ladies
Trunks unyielding

Perform an odd interpretive dance
Arms thrown to the wind
Multi-coloured leaves blowing
in every direction

Praying to the god of trees
For freedom
Yet rooted in reality
Toes entangled
In rich dark earth

And a young sapling
Just three yards to the left
Soaring without reservation
or knowledge
to what her elders wish
or pray for

Content to just play
With the wind

I'll be your conscience and your sounding board
When you have forgotten who you are
Or what's on your "to do" list

I'll be your lover, your friend, your confidante
Your partner, your wife and your very own nag
But only when you need it

I'll learn from my mistakes and say "I'm sorry"
When I've done something wrong

I'll be faithful and will have faith
In you, in us and in life

I'll remember even in our darkest hours
That our love is a sacred thing,
Worthy of all of my attention

I'll love you until I have no more breathe in my body
Or strength left in my soul

And I vow this day
To never forget that

Because after all one of us has to remember something!

And life rolls forward without further hesitations
After the brief stop to accommodate our revelations
God only knows where all our clothes are strewn
As he whistles an oddly soothing off key little tune

A brief respite from our ever pressing complications
For a midnight snack without needing reservations
From the middle of the messy sheets where we spoon
I sigh a little sigh, snuggle closer and grin like a goon

Who's to blame if not the muse?
That bitch has taken all my skill
If not her pallid hands to use
Then mine own shoes I'd have to fill

And the clouds evaporate in truth
With nothing left behind to blame
Sweetness pains this rotting tooth
And not a soul but I to feel the shame

All is lost if myth cannot be the shield
I will stand alone, naked and exposed
No words or promises left for me to wield
Left only with myself to be deposed

Summer
Your heat soaked kisses
The Calm before the storm
Anticipation stretches tight
waiting

Is this a reward or a price too steep?
Will this joyous spiral persist or stop?
Into the chaos we so quickly leap

Forward we hurdle as the minutes creep
Lives combined and our sweet harvests crop
Will we land on our feet or in a heap?

From the divine there is nary a peep
Will this tale be an epic or a flop?
Into the chaos we so quickly leap

I'd like to giggle but perhaps I'll weep
If my heart grows larger it just may pop
Will we land on our feet or in a heap?

This constant wonder and love just might keep
We'll freefall then race back up to the top
Into the chaos we so quickly leap
Will we land on our feet or in a heap?