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Selected Poems
by Harold Janzen
Grapevine Dream Supply
i was feeling for fruit
in a tangle of grapevines
to see if i could taste the truth
a match dancing as
i'm searching for the light
fell into the next second
stumbling with the wind
blowing
into nowhere
out of sight
i knew at that instance
that the moment was ripe
in the morning we ate grapes
i told you the dream
you poured the coffee
i passed the cream
you said it was a great
grapevine dream
and that indeed
it was time to make wine
the next night
we made wine in my sleep
i recognized you by
your bare feet
and you by my expertise
coffee and cream
i told you the dream
you said it was
a great wine dream
and asked if i'd made
provisions for the winter
or would that make it too hard
to sleep
the next night
it felt so real
i couldn't begin to count the vats
for swimming
i told her the dream
please pass the cream
she seemed happy
with the dream supply
and that satisfied me
spreading cream cheese
and jam
on a bagel
sunlight and saying with her face
please pass the grapes
Last Night You Said Tomorrow
last night you said tomorrow
in the forest of time
dali will weep
salvador dali
will let go of the sky
like a grand piano
and determine
the art works of collision
last night you said tomorrow
you'd show me all the clock's
drapery
the entire rooster's red
show me salvador standing in the rain
last night you said tomorrow
©2001 by Harold Janzen
Harold Janzen says that composition using word-medium, rhythm, and rhyme has been his exercise
for
equilibrium and his vehicle to reach the underlying properties of
reality.
So he writes.
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