joannagilmanhyde

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Month: May, 2014

THE HOUSE CALL

The Hawk Portico 6:22pm

Today I Saw A Super Bug

Shaped Like A Mosquito

Only Several Times Bigger

— He Landed On Our Car Wind-shield

While My Husband

Attended To A Patient —

Transparent Wings Clapped Together

& Sparkled

As I Looked Up At Him Through The Glass

He Told Me

“I Am Alive

To Help

Humanity”

MORNING BRILLIANCE

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am

Morning Brilliance

off The Ocean

caught at My Kitchen Outpost

carries with me

up The Stairs

as I take the cups

to The Hawk Queen Bed

where We have Our Morning

Coffee

SEE OUR MOON

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:35pm

I live in a fortress

of sanctity

where My Every Word

is a sacred step

to where I already am

locked-in by a sky

of charcoal clouds

wafting over Our Crescent

Moon

SEE OUR SILVER

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:18pm

I am seething to write

what a friend suggested I paint —

I cannot paint It

for It still moves

crashes

in fleeting streaks

all around Me

like the clatter

of shooting cameras

as some Superstar

emerges from a limousine

MY PRO-LIFE PROFILE

joannagilmanhyde

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

“Hey Everybody!  This 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…

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TIME’S GRACE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:24pm

I Grace Time

with a glance at My Watch

Cell Phone

Computer

Dashboard (Car)

Microwave

Slow Cooker

and if I see

10:22

2:22

9:11

I Am Graced

FABLED SOUND

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:38pm

If I Could Paint A Sky

With Words —

Can I Reach The Ear

With Sounds —

Sounds Of Such Value To Me

I Want To Encapsulate

Them —

The Story Of Our Ocean

With No Beginning

And No End —

The Sweetness Of My Peepers

So Brief?

ARTIST’S SKY

The Hawk Outpost 8:20pm

The Sky To The North

Is A Palette

Of Textured Greys

Positioned Laterally

Over Pale Blue

As If

Stroked

Against The Atmosphere

By A Hand-held Stippling Brush

With Finger-tipped

Precision

SILVER NOTE

Barrington Passage, NS 7:45pm

What Rings True Above

The Din Of Busy Traffic?

Truth Behind Bird Song

TRANSFIGURATION 3

The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm

When Next I Saw

The Blue Jay

I Saw That It Was He

Sitting High Upon A Wire

Readying For Flight

To A Far Off Place

Where He Would Stay

With Me

Forever