Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Eye Once Pretended

Eye once pretended

to be a grandmother

to a giant dog of white

Eye bought him toys

for children —

to add to his delight —

a shark of pink

a little seal

a whale for a babe

These toys of fluff

were thrown to him

destroyed for his avail

Thunder Bay

Looking east I see

The Sleeping Giant

lolling in the lake

and at my feet

a stream hushes

the early morning lights

of three ships

nestled before it

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Destructionism

On May 8, 2017

I completed a beautiful painting

The first in many years

and the first of its type

with applied 3 dimensional objects

— these were silver butterflies —

emerging from a seething mass of black

Chaos

against a smattering of cherry red

and lime green

with one silver winged symbol of freedom

Unscathed

ornamenting the upper right hand space

but for last night’s jostling

upheaval

of failed marriage

lonely occupancy

in my house stuffed

with my subsequent outpouring of art

The silver butterfly, the escapee

is broken now

with one half a wing

glued beside it

never to be replaced

A Very Old Poem

Those long-necked

Ladies of Leisure

Drop dead

On queen-size bed spreads

Leaving us

Their husbands

Their cigarettes

Time Is My Luxury

As Eye sit

at McDonalds again

to wait for the shadow

of the roofline

to chase me away —

it’s here!

Note to my readers: Please disregard the good bye poems for now.

Good Bye Beach

Good bye Beach

Eye will not even go to you

to say good bye —

I have loved you so

as you have soothed me

to no end but for the ending now —

I have transitioned into My New Life

to move away

to Thunder Bay

where I will carry you

in my heart

and know your rythms

to be my own.

Good Bye Scraggly Apple

Good bye Scraggly Apple

You hold 2 sprigs of life

but that is not why I’ve kept you:

You are beautiful in your death pose

and the birds I’ve loved

are your visitors.

I will miss you, maybe

on a rainy day

when I write from my new abode

in Thunder Bay

far away

from my backyard

friend.

Good Bye House

Good bye house

Eye have been with you for ten years

You have served me well

I have found my voice

within your walls

and from you I have gazed

at the sea.

Eye will be leaving you now

for Thunder Bay

and my beautiful daughter Eliza

whose growing up I missed

even when she was here

with you for a delicate

frame of time.