Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: March, 2014

“I HEARD A FLY BUZZ WHEN I DIED*”

The Hawk Portico 4:30pm

The Fly Stopped

Upon My Heart

And Told Me To Stand Still

To Take In All The Sun

Upon The Front Porch Sill

So I Stood To Gaze At Him

Until I Bent To Try

To Sit Upon My Chair Of Red

And Begged Him Not To Die

*Emily Dickinson

EVERY DAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm

I have craved Fame & Glory

as badly as any

suicide-ed poet

— I have made attempts

on My Own Life —

but more-so have I

striven to live

as I do now

when My Work is being read

every day & every day

I am not dead

ON A CLEAR DAY

The Hawk Dining Room 12:18pm

Why do I feel so much better?

is the same question as

Why do I feel so terrible?

There is no one answer for either

so I will revel in My Contentedness

and dismiss the recollection

of Darker Days

THE PRETTIEST LIGHT

The Hawk Corner Room 7:35pm

The Prettiest Light

is in The Eastern Sky

when The Sun goes down in The West

The East soaks It in

in Mauve, then Chiffon Pink

with Blue-grey underneath

hovering over The Water

I sit and think

how Yesterday

is no more

how Today

is ending thus

CLUTCHING MY BLACK DIARY AGAINST MY PURPLE-ROBED CHEST

The Hawk Corner Room 1:15pm

Do My Cells Know

I Am Exhibiting

“A Failure To Thrive” —

Do They Know I Have Not Eaten Lunch

& That I Cannot

Possibly Take The Cats To The Vet

Tomorrow

For Their Annual Inoculations?

I HAVE TO WRITE

The Hawk Corner Room 10:43am

I have to write

as if My Life depended on it —

I have to write

as I watch The Silver Streaks

out on the ocean

move from singular lines

to eye-splitting patches

taking over

the murky darker grey

EMPOWERMENT 2

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:02pm

I Have My Big Black Lion

At My Feet

And My Daughter’s Mane Of Gold

At My Fingertips

I Am Licking My Wounds

With A Salivating Tongue

And Garnering My Strength

For The Onslaught

Of The World

BEYOND THE SNOG

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:57pm

I live a life

of comparative luxury

with My Weight

on My Left Hip

& My Right Ankle relaxed

while I peel off

My Mother’s Silver Bangles

ancient ring of gold & amethyst

I’m not rich — yet —

but I expect to be

in This Lifetime

in the meantime

I eat frugally

& engage in a very limited

society of friends

 

TWO LIGHTS

The Hawk Kitchen 8:40am

This morning a golden sun

crossed over My makings for coffee

& coloured the ocean

a molten gold

For the second cup

a sun of white

shone through opaque clouds

to spot the ocean

liquid silver

FUCHSIA

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:40pm

I stood in My Raspberry LLB Sippers from China

& Fuchsia Turtle-neck Sweater from Years Ago

to enunciate in front of My Bedded Husband

Three Fundamental Rules

For This Planet:

1.  No Legalized Abortion

2.  No Militarized Killing

3.  No Capital Punishment

& asked One Question

for All of Us to Ask:

What Is The Value

of One Human Life?