Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: LIFE

The Jet-setter

My Daughter Eliza

is getting ready

Eye presume

for her trip to Africa —

Tanzania — did Eye spell that right?

for the wedding of a lifetime

and She picked out her own dress

and shoes

oh — and her brother Peak

is going !2!

Eliza’s Birthday

The Body is a Self-preserving

thing —

It can fly into gear

@ the drop of a hat

or when your car alarm

goes off

and you’re nowhere near your keys —

when you wonder why

but you’re so relieved

It’s not your car…

Good Morning Everybody!

Last night Eye went out

with My Husband’s Girlfriend

and boy is she beautiful!

Her long black hair

is really hair extensions

but she babies her hair —

Her eyes are large

with those famous arching brows

but best of all —

her face shrinks

into itself

at her chin

and Eye am inspired

to sculpt

Her Portrait

Howard Talbot Walden Hyde

Today would have been

My Brother’s 56th birthday —

he died at 45

innocent on a jail house floor —

My Beautiful Brother

conceived in Gabon

when Our Mother was ill

He was born during The Cuban Missile Crisis

and took that to Heart —

It coloured His outlook

of fear

though He was brave at six

when I threw His shiny red fire truck

down the cellar stairs —

He was brave at eleven

when I pushed Him off

the bow of Our Mother’s Molly

and He was brave at seventeen

when I told Him “No”

after he asked, “Don’t you love Me?”

 

He played the clarinet & saxophone

and made up stories about two clowns

named Jane Rane and Rank Raunk

while I pretended in a baby voice

He was “Uncle Howie”

and We played “Mail”

under the bathroom door

 

He followed Me like a shadow

jealous when I first married —

Our Mother had Howard give Me away

 

He built Me up with His Devotion

all the times I was ill after Our Mother died

and I slammed Him down

into the ground of Pine Grove Cemetary

in Shelburne, Nova Scotia

wailing on Our Father’s Shoulder

 

Note:  The ghost of My Dear Brother haunts a part of My House — My Second Husband’s former Library where I installed a memorial to Howard with a painting of poppies the heavy frame of which warped the day I hung it there.

M(Eye) House of God

In My Tidy House

The Word of God

lies stuck against the back

of My Broom Closet —

It, The Word, is in poster form

tucked away

for only Those Who

dare to clean

or to hang up an extra coat —

for My Closet

holds a rod

Message for Lifecameos

Good Morning Glennis:

Just want you to know that Eye read ALL of your work.  Eye love your simple descriptions of life events, traumatic and happy.  You are a very good writer.  Eye hope you read this. Eye hope to visit New Zealand some day.

 

Joanna

“The World Is My Oyster”

and Eye am The Grit —

the contaminant, the irritant

and layer by layer

Eye will come out

Gleaming

My Window

Eye have My Window Open

to breathe the air of night

in Eye let the gusts of wind

to scare away My Fright

I am alone, yes, I say

but to what end Eye see

that by My Self I will live

and be forever free

This Morning’s Dream

Eye have risen from The Vision

of standing on a big wide beach

around here somewhere

with no one there but Me

and as I stood at the edge of no waves

I felt that I was The Contaminant

and Eye called out, and out

to My Daughter Eliza

The Hell With “Art”

—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:

God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost