October | 2012 | Joanna Gilman Hyde

October 7, 2012

THE CHRISTMAS SURPRISE

The Hawk Red Deck Chair 12:15pm

Oh My God! — That’s My Mother

Telling Me To Write This Poem

— It’s The Chickadees

flitting around The Scraggly Apple

telling Me to write down

what I did one Christmas

in Cooper Union —

I asked My Unmarried Economics Teacher

to be a Christmas Present

for My Mother

& He said Yes!

so I wrote Mom a note

for Christmas Morning

that a Man was coming to visit

He came to Christmas Dinner

in Valley Cottage

— My Grandfather was there too —

now Pappy, The Teacher, My Mother, My Brother

are all dead

but The Chickadee-dee-dees

are alive

& chirping

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October 7, 2012

IMBIBE

The Hawk Deck 8:50am

I hear the distant rumble of surf

while waiting for coffee to steep

The Sun Is Out Full

We’re Awake From Our Sleep

–

The Hawk Kitchen 10:47am

I drink in The Water

from The Well @ The Hawk

& think of My Present

emerging from My Past

into The Future

of Everyone

October 6, 2012

BEAUTIFUL BIRD

The Hawk Kitchen 7:15pm

She was a beautiful bird —

I was lucky to be standing there

on The Deck

She landed near Me

in The Scraggly Apple

dove-like

with greyish wings

& peachy breast

Our Eyes Met

Her Friends Came

& took Her away

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October 6, 2012

THE HAWK DECK 11:37am

When I was a Child

I decided to be an Artist

so I could paint paintings

to hang in My Own House —

I would have My Own Art

surrounding Me as I have now

with The Sea, The Sky & Sounds of Birds

–

I am wearing My Purple Robe

out on The Deck on a grey day —

dry & still — I hear The Waves

& drink My Tea

thinking of My Full Self

& The Flies that buzz

around Me

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October 4, 2012

THE HAWK PORTICO 6:15pm

I see My Neighbour’s Flag

luffing in the nil wind

smack-dab on the horizon

grey mixed with sky grey

–

It’s still hear-here

I hear The Waves

& birdsong in the distance

The Flag luffs

back & forth

My Daughter comes downstairs

brushing Her Teeth

before getting picked up

in a big black pick-up truck

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October 2, 2012

THE HAWK STAIRCASE

I just swept up A Galaxy

off My Red Staircase

— maybe It was A Universe —

dusted into The Kitchen Trash

until My Next 15 Billion Years

October 2, 2012

I LOVE MY HOUSE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:22am

I Love My House

I am private here

public when I wanna be

I can have rye toast & marmalade

when Eliza takes the last banana

I can hang laundry in The Sun

& keep My Bathrobe on

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October 1, 2012

THE RAINBOW POEM

The Hawk Deck 6:55pm

I looked for a rainbow today —

the conditions seemed ripe for one —

all I got to see

was a pink sky in The East

after supper

a grey sky & salmon clouds

I wondered if I

might be in one

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October 1, 2012

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!”

and to the rest of you

that are still asleep —
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:

It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL —

It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,

It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:

The Fight of Our Lives

as Human Beings on
This Planet —
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God —

& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.

This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity —

I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”

“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee —
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.

Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE —

You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now —
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile

Because of YOU

(red star, red star)

October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK

continued from Diary:

I AM THE RED STAR —

I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote

Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,

& here is the Only Place
We know of

which sustains us, somewhat,

& which sustains Me,

Your Guiding Star

Your Furious Mother —

and Who was My Furious

Mother, You may ask?

She is Dead Now & Somewhere

out There, Haunting Me

as I am aiming now to

Haunt You,

& Haunt You I Will,

Until You Turn Around,

with The Earth,

with The Light of Our

Yellow Star —

Soon To Turn Red.

I am speaking to You from

This Black Box, This Hole

But I Can See You,

like The Romper Room Lady —

I am Magic, if You

believe in Magic

— and I feel You must

believe in Something —

There is The Divine, for

I have felt Its Wrath —

There is God, for I have

been beaten down by Him,

now, into this heaving mass

of Human Organism

which rises up before You,

to Speak to You

from The Device I Loathe:

The Device of Corruption, Greed,

Sloth, & Desire.

Yes, I Desire You,

I Desire That You Wake Up

to Hear Me, That You

Wake Up to Feel Me, For

What Am I To You But

All That Is Left of

possible salvation?

I am Your Mother & My

Mother before Me, & Her Mother,

& My Father’s Mother & Her

Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS

I Speak For The Salvation

of The Children of God

WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,

GROW UP

Month: October, 2012