Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: poetry

SHOULD EYE BE?

The Hawk Portico 2:00pm

EYE am very happy

sitting here on My Portico

in bathrobe & slippered feet

on the 6th of December

in the sun

on this beleaguered Anniversary

of the 1989 Montreal Massacre*

having just begun

My Painting

titled “I Have Poured Out M(EYE) Black Heart”

 

* On December 6, 1989, fourteen female engineering students were gunned down, another ten women and four men injured, at Ecole Polytechnique in Montreal, Quebec.  The massacre was carried out single handedly by Marc Lepine who claimed he “hated feminists.”  He killed himself with the final shot.

 

 

FOUND OBJECT ART

The Hawk Kitchen 5:06pm

EYE have A Star

on M(EYE) Kitchen Floor

— I will not sweep It up!

I will let It twinkle

@ M(EYE) Feet

& Love The Domain

Eye see beneath

AS EYE SEE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:30pm

EYE opened My Napping EYES

to a sky of Gold

to The Mapping of My World

plain as candy

spun sugar

held by little children

unguided

A KITCHEN PRAYER

The Hawk Kitchen 12:30pm

Thank You, little

oven clock

lifting My Spirit

with Your Skewed Time

I catch You

whenever I can

when You catch Me

with The Magic

of M(EYE) Numbers

You remind Me

of Pre-destiny

and EYE am eternally grateful

MORNING RITE

The Hawk Window Seat 9:05am

EYE can see

The Silver

from My Bedroom Window

as  look out

from My Window Seat

the tub is running

for My Doctor/Husband

My Dress Up Doll

I am drinking coffee

watching The World

come undone

 

 

MY TREE CANNOT BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am

Armed with My Arsenal

of X-Miss Tree ornaments

— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —

— black balls from Walmart

EYE spent twelve hours

trimming

& having fun

to complete My Play

from a table pedestal up

rooted

to The Silver Star strungDSCF0675.JPG

from The Cathedral Ceiling

suspended

A BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Deck 4:56pm

That beautiful rose light

is hovering over the ocean

I am waiting for The Moon

to rise —

M(EYE) Tree is up

— yet to be trimmed —

in honour of My Mother’s

Birthday, which

once every seven years or so

coincides

with American Thanksgiving

EYE GOT M(EYE) TREE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 4:11pm

Bow-sawed and dragged

from The Scrub Spruce Forest Bog

I got M(EYE) Tree

but It wouldn’t fit

down the hall

to Come To Life

in The TV Room —

It’s laying on The Hawk Living Room Floor

dead as a doornail

& I had a Devil of a Time

getting It in

— severed one limb —

so far The Cats

are ignoring It

Spanish Moss & all

 

THE GATHERING

The Hawk Kitchen 10:33am

EYE will venture out

into The Cold Dark Woods

behind My Obstructive House

I will wear My Rubber Boots

& seek The Tree

of My Dreams:

an old dead branch

with Spanish Moss

& maybe bugs

I will saw it down

with My New Bow Saw

from Wilson’s

I will drag it in

to turn erect

in Hunter’s TV room

secured inside

a circular well

of the heaviest

Silver

GREETING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm

The Moon said Hello

to Me as soon as I looked

He lit up My Clouds