Harold Janzen
The Morning Sun Streams Into the Understory
the morning sun streams into the understory
and i'm so into this flow
climbing toward the canopy
within the day's process you're ageless
your element dancing i'm blown like glass
you show me
stoned by the heat of your fire
i wonder
if the tables were turned
if i was light
allowed to burn
and not be consumed
would you
under the intent guise of a longing shadow
think of me
like i do you
You
Cross My Shadow
you cross my shadow
and the moment burns
a verb
speechlessly my eyes
become heard
you cross my shadow
and the world turns
you pull words
worlds of vowels
and fashion my tongue
you are the poem i will write
©2004 by Harold Janzen
Harold Janzen says: "Even when we as poets and readers impress our being upon a page such as
this, it is to eventually reach beyond. We leap out from the edges
bare-footed to fix the disaster -- as the essence cuts deep, searching new
titles,discovering a new territory of words -- breaking the impossible
dialogue of our present reality."
