joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

MORNING LOOK

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:20am

The Sky was beautiful

too intricately beautiful

to write about –

all I could do was look

at the heavy blue clouds

with faded mauve accents

and come upstairs

with Our Coffee

SILVER LINE

The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am

The Silver Line

IS

The Horizon

with illuminated clouds

above

The Sea Is Grey

& I am ready

to put the coffee

on

SILVER MARCH

The Hawk Corner Room 9:30am

The Wash Of Cloud

Radiates My Silver

Along The Ocean Strip

It Moves Across

My Window View

Urging Me My Grip

INTERVIEW WITH GOD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm

Q:  God, what has made You

appear in this time We are in?

-

A:  I have been here all along –

yet I have revealed My Self through

The Light Of Silver

apparent only in the Dawning

Of The Dark.

-

Q:  Do You feel We are entering

a period of Darkness?

-

A:  Yes, We are already here.

-

Q:  How do You see Us getting out?

-

A:  When All Of Humanity

comes to the realization

that It, Humanity, is

The Collective Mind

of God — We will have begun

Our Exit from The Dark

into The Celebration

Of The Dark,

The Unknown.

-

Q:  Are We entering a period of

The Unknown?

-

A:  Yes, there too We are already in It.

-

Q:  Do We need to turn to alien intelligence

to cope?

-

A:  Nope.  We have what It takes.

We must simply measure Our Minds of today

with those of the past.

We must look back

in order to see

Our Future.

CROWS FEET

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm

I am racing the clock

against sun-damaged skin

counting My Wrinkles

stretching My Chin

My Legs still look good

but there’s heft to My Waist

I’ve got A Life yet to live

I’ll observe It in haste

QUOTE

The Hawk Dining Room 8:00am

“Everything’s going

all to Hell

very fast*”

yet I have

salmon pink clouds

turning to gold

*Dr W Hunter Blair

COMMAND

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

from Collective Soul:

“Live & Let Your Light

Shine Down”

or is that

“Heaven, Let Your Light

Shine Down”

on My Daughter

headed

for

Miami?

MORNING LIGHT

The Hawk Out Post 9:16am

The Striated Clouds

along The Horizon

streak gently like

a watercolour wash

with a glimmer of light

at the farthest reach

low — off line

FROM MY SILVER & ONYX PEN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

I sit in My Purple Robe

upon The Tomato-coloured Couch

I write for a living

I write to sustain My Self

Nothing Do I Hyde

I can be read

head to toe

& portend the future

I depict

line for line

in the journal stacks

stored in a giant Birk’s bag

in My Closet

UNKNOWN

The Hawk Queen Bed 3:10pm

My Love is unknowable

even to Me

It resides, untouched

in the fathoms

of My Mind

to be probed, one day

by Its Object

of

Humanity

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