Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: poetry

THIS STAR

The Hawk Corner Room 10:50am

EYE just picked up

another Star —

this time from M(EYE)

New Purple Bath Mat

in Eliza’s Shower Room —

and this time It, The Star

is triangular and green —

where did It come from?

Off M(EYE) Dead X-Miss Tree?

WHAT KIND OF DAY?

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:47am

The Sun is somewhere

behind the fog

Oh I see It!

White Orb

halo-ed by the mist

promising

a clearing

a day for laundry?

EVENING MUSE

Eliza’s Room 8:41pm

Eliza’s Room is full

of peepers, peepers

and waves

and Me next to My Quilt

full of purple Love Rings

and a bed

yet undone

SIGNATURE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 12:33pm

EYE have signed

M(EYE) BODY STAR

w/ black glitter

down The Left Side

in the middle

incorporating The Left Ray

of the diamond corner —

& as for The Date

the day is not particular

so EYE just put The Year

feeling The Year 2016

to be significant

MORNING GREETING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:20am

This morning as I ate

My Banana

out by the bank

where I dumped My Dead

Christmas Tree —

I heard My Mother call

to Me —

“Good Morning, ” She said

Good Morning, Jogie –“

EYE WORE M(EYE) THICK GREY ROBE

The Hawk Corner Room 10:44am

I know a beautiful woman

with raven hair

sprinkled with Silver —

She hears voices

criticizing Her Every Move

and She lies, sedated,

in My Oh So Familiar

Psychiatric Unit —

Lord I love Her

& She writes & paints

and I would do anything

to make Her Voices

into Messages of Courage

and Support

MORNING RITUAL

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:17am

The Sky is Silver

out over a cold grey sea

I have fed My Husband

His Instant Oatmeal

to eat at His Computer

while I am about to consume

My Banana

at The Window

of My Hawk Kitchen Outpost

NIGHT TIME

May 4, Eliza’s Room 8:56pm

The Heralding of Angels

awaits Me on a far distant

shore

where I will see The Prince

of My Dreams

& live forever

more

ELIZA’S WINDOW

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:28am

I wake to the sounds

of the ocean —

a distant Willet

and local gulls

It might be six

in the morning

but I am afforded

the luxury

of lying in bed

until 7:30

AS THE FUTURE TURNS

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:42pm

EYE carry A Poem Of Mine

with Me now

in case I need to read It

out loud —

EYE could read It anywhere

any time

even in The Dead Of Night —

It’s “Good Morning, World!”

written five & a half years ago

EYE am ready