joannagilmanhyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: January, 2014

NIGHTFALL

January 30th The Hawk Window Seat 5:56pm

From My Bedroom Window

The Sky View to The North West

affords, at nightfall,

a scape of salmon-coloured clouds

low to The Cape

glowing above the stalky spruce

with The Cape Light shining

flashing, emitted

from The Luminous South

PORTRAIT OF AN EDGE OF SKY

January 30th The Hawk TV Room 4:30pm

The Space between My Ex Husband’s favourite shed

& a distant house

lays out the edge of Sky meeting Cape

with grey fuzziness of flurries

from a low lying bank of cloud

soaking into gold

against the dark swath

of dimming shore line

THE FLIGHT

January 30th The Hawk Kitchen 2:30pm

I have seen The Hawk

again —

have I written of Him before?

flying in His full stateliness

outside My Kitchen Window

from The Scrub Spruce down

to The Shore

and back

again

FUTURE WOMAN

January 30th, The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:28pm

I Am A Woman

For Whom Future Is Now, Now

Past Now Is Now Dredged

LIGHTHOUSE CALLING

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:25pm

How Many People

Hear The Twenty-two-second

Fog Horn Interval?

EVERY FOUR SECONDS

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:25pm

How Many People

Get To Sleep Under The Flash

Of A Lighthouse Near?

NEW MOMENT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:04pm

Every Instance of My Life

Every Moment before I was conceived

has added up to where I am

right now, in this New Moment

writing in the dusk of My Favourite Living Room

on A Piece of Land I own

on An Island where I feel welcome

in A County I have traversed

in A Province I favour

in A Country where I am proud to be A Citizen

on A Continent which identifies Me

on A Planet I Love

and will Love

until I die

MY PRO-LIFE PROFILE

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

“Hey Everybody! ┬áThis is God

yes, G-O-D

One of You, All of You

here, as always, to tell Us

We have a correction to make —

in case You were wondering

I am female —

52 years old in Body

infinite in Mind:

Caucasian North American

with a psychiatric history

not permitted to carry a firearm

but I can wear a bullet-proof vest

to guard My Castle-by-the-sea

where I live with My Husband

the very popular Dr Blair

& My Daughter, the very beautiful Eliza

& seven cats —

I’m not kidding around —

on March 31st, 1993, after four days of no sleep

induced by the death of My Mother

I had The Shower Of Silver Lights

crash down on My Head —

I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ

but I didn’t want to give Christianity

that much credit

so I simplified My Title

My Essence

into Those Three Little Letters

& no, I don’t knowingly control the weather —

it controls Me

& yes, I believe in eternity

& The Sacredness Of Human Life

OR I WOULDN’T BE HERE!!”

 

“It’s Time To Hear My Rallying Cry

to sort out Our Miseries

Organize

Our Desires

Our Abilities

forget Our failings

Uphold Honesty

for where has Honesty

gone?

 

It’s Time To Apprehend

My Leadership —

I offer up My Self

for I am One Human

Who has seen The Light

& Knows It To Be

The Light Of This World

Our Precious Little World”

 

 

PORTRAIT OF A CAT

The Hawk Dining Room 5:20pm

Cami, My Husband’s Ginger Calico

— petite —

sits perfectly on the window sill

looking at a figure walking

up a neighbour’s drive

while I look beyond

& above

to The Windswept Swells

rolling into shore

ICE CREAM

The Hawk Kitchen 9:15pm

The Pink Residue

of My Husband’s Berries

& Ice Cream

lining His Dark Ceramic Bowl

poised to go into

The Emptied Dishwasher

is no longer a dirty dish

but A Modulated Receptacle

filled with One

Gigantic

Universe