Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Month: June, 2014

FOR POTTERFAN97

June 15, 2014 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:53am

I have carried My Body

through These 22 Years

first shuffling, now striding

poised in readiness

for any meeting

haphazard or planned

to jump to new heights

landing Who Knows Where

or Why?

WHAT DOES THIS POEM MEAN?

The Hawk West Desk Window 6:55pm

I Saw The Silver

Before I Left

Beyond The Cape & Islands

It Filled Me Up

With Desire Spent

I Came Back

To Thunder

COLOUR OF THOUGHT

The Hawk Corner Room 1:43pm

I opened The Corner Room Door

hoping to see A Rainbow

& saw instead The Layered Sky

blue-grey

above The Scrub Spruce Forest

& The Neighbour’s End

of Our Lime-green Hedge

fluttering beneath

& out to The Ocean

One Wave Breaking

as an accent mark

RED & WHITE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:22pm

I stare across

to My Neighbour’s Canadian Flag

stretched out & shivering

in the gusts

I feel My Veins quickening

& know too hard

The Eye is self-trained

to soak in The Flickering

& feed It to The Blood

MORNING SONG

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:26am

Sliding My Glass Door

Bird Song Carries Me Aloft

Yellow Bird’s Clear Ring

TONIGHT

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:25pm

Tonight I’ll tell You

what I don’t hear:

the peepers & the waves

are closed out

by south windows shut

against a breeze too cool

— the north bathroom window is open

partially

but not a breath of sea

comes through

— an elderly cat, encouraged

to stay on Our Bed

& purr

has refused the invitation

All that’s left

is Hunter rattling

the spherical wire

inside His Jug

of night time protein drink

consumed

CAMOUFLAGE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:06pm

What makes a moth

designer colours

blending in with tree bark

or standing out

on My porch door frame —

what makes those soft wisps

of brown & blonde

& in particular,

what makes those two tiny black dots —

one on either wing?

MY BACKYARD

The Hawk Deck 1:25pm

I have moved away

from My Childhood

into the backyard

of Maturity

where birds occupy My Attention

& a southerly breeze ruffles the hedge

behind My House

I look to The Sea

while The Indoor Cat

— an older one —

briefly visits

LAST NIGHT’S SILVER

June 8, The Hawk Living Room 10:00pm

I’ve Caught The Moon

In My Living Room Sky Light

Arriving

Through This Late

And Early

Evening

I See Its Thin Beam

Shining Down To Our Balcony

Through The Spindles

Defining Shadows

Of The Luminous Streaks

Of My Age

 

SPHERICAL PROGRESSION

The Hawk Window Seat 9:43pm

The Sun Is Rising

& Setting Somewhere On Earth

The Logic Fails Me