Joanna Gilman Hyde

Eye finished a “painting”

down in my studio

and thought to walk on the beach

alone before supper

but as eye locked my door

and stepped down from my portico

the fog spread closer

chasing me back

into my interior

Eye am alone in the fog

with my blue-eyed Siamese

on my bed

Eye drink my decaf with cream

listening to the French radio

& the waves & the wind & the birds

through my ensuite bath

This is where my creativity exploded

as I did in paint and found objects

on the concrete floor

and work bench top

for three and a half years

this is where I was happiest

So how could I leave it?

In order to gain exposure

I will put up highway signs

and arrows to my house

where I am planning a gallery

to show my work right here.

Eye WILL be successful–

The Famous Artist living in Nova Scotia —

What I have always striven to be

and What I already am.

Today eye took a walk

And found a piece of trash

It inspired me to make some art

And ignore the fiscal crash

Eye met a man last night

Who reminded me of my uncle

The Famous Chef Joe Hyde

Whom eye adored

because he made me laugh.

I met him again

in spiritual form

smoking a Cuban cigar

in the entertainment

of His Handsome Sons

at the side of a river

Eye had never seen before

(The Hawk Deck 5:55 am)

Eye got up this morning

@ M(eye) Appointed Time

to take out the trash

and clean the kitty litter

and decide what to wear

on This Beautiful Day

of The Opening of My Art Show

in The Town where Eye live