joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: December, 2013

THIRTY YEAR END

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm

This First New Year’s Eve

for My “of age” Daughter

saw Her donning black stockings

in the back of My Ford Fusion

& tripping out to Her Fete (circumflex)

in Italian pressed leather heels

from Her Mother’s 1984

Rooftop Painting Party

SPARK

The Tomato-coloured couch 4:35pm

ignite match for Ray

light candle right-handed –blow–

plume at left shoulder

BLACK ON BLACK

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:56pm

My Big Black Cat Astro

is stretched out, asleep

on a black velveteen mat

with only 2/3 of His Tail showing

on one end

& His Resting Head

& 2 paws — 1 stretched out —

on the other

GUT REACTION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:05pm

My Voice is My Calling

pulling Me forward

into What, at What

I’m not sure

but I am feeling

a Gut Reaction

to The State Of The World:

My Innards Are Awkward

& telling Me so

HAVEN

The Hawk Kitchen 4:45pm

It’s a watery sky

over the cold-looking ocean

with one house

down on the shore

lit up for Christmas

OH LIGHT!

The Hawk Bedroom 3:20pm

I See The Light

Glinting Off

That Christmas Ocean

Silver In Its Force

Radiating Through Our Southern Window

Blanketing The Bed

Of My Sleeping Husband

MIDNIGHT MESSAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm

I will not light a candle —

will light a candle

for The World

to resurrect Its State

of Giving

to Foster The Feat

of Humanity’s Beginnings

We must cry out

for Our Selves

for more than just Our Families

We must cry out

and act

for Our Place

in The Line

of Evolution

 

HOLDING

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:08am

My Husband’s is A Seductive Hand

A Doctor’s Hand

A Hand Of Comfort

He wraps His Fingers

around My Wrist

& gropes Them gently

up and down My Own

leaving Me only

to turn a page

on His Kindle

ad infinitum

The Hawk Kitchen 5:34pm

I’ve spilled a galactic cluster

of flour

against My darkened kitchen floor:

too precious an accident

to sweep up

I AM THE FIGURATIVE CHRIST

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:22pm

Dressed in My Silver Robe

I have Windexed My Dining Room

Table

to lay My Self out

drawn & quartered

for The Sake Of Humanity —

I was born out of Desolation, Depression

Death

to arrive at This Juncture

between the last Two Thousand Years

& the next