Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: spirituality

My Two Daughters

My Daughters Eye Wear

On My Right Ring Finger

and My Left —

My Finger of Engagement

Is For Blonde Eliza:

Eye Made Her Up To Be

A Woman Who Could Do ANYTHING

(and She Would Have To Be Beautiful)

Her Turquoise Tear Drop

Is Set Between Two Tiny Diamonds —

She’s Coming Home

On My Father’s Birthday

To Stay Four Days.

 

Golden Maria Stays Forever

On My Right:

Her Unformed Heart

Is Eternal Strength —

She Is My Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

With The Most Melodious Voice

Who Appeared On My Right Shoulder —

Who Was Taken From My Womb

On My Mother’s Death Day —

Who Came To Me To Be Named.

 

These Two Women Are My Daughters:

One Light, One Dark

One To Have In Life, One In Death —

One Joy, One Comfort —

These Two Daughters

Are My Sacred Accessories

To MIND

 

ART

My Work, My Fun

is conglomerated

packed inside

My House

like baby tiny spiders

hatching out

to live their fragile lives

in amongst the nooks

of My Exterior

TIME

Eye sat beneath

His Silver Tree

& heard a bird

I could not see —

I looked and looked

& heard some more —

then saw its yellow

fly off to Yore

Morning Tea With Cream

Eye wear regal fakery

on My Left Ring Finger —

solid gold

on My Right.

The World will be told

why

some time soon

if the parties involved

feel like it

 

Dilemma

Eye asked Dr Schweitzer

if I should have

“Two” X Husbands

and Eye answered

My Self:

ONE is bad enough.

INSPIRATION

Eye will paint

The Sea Foam White

inlaid with shards of shells

collected

with infant fingers

from My First Beach

in Africa

He’s Only One Beach Walk Away

He’s only one beach walk

away —

Eye could trip over

The Asteroid Belt

Eye could manifest

My Self

like Venus

at The Edge of Sea Foam

dressed in My Black

LL Bean

one-piece

Eye could

Seeing Is Believing

Dr Blair was surprised

I didn’t end up

in a dumpster in New York —

Well — he’ll be a lot more

surprised

when Eye end up

as The New Darling

of The Black Revolution

This Is Not Poetic:

Maria’s Death was Accidental

No One was to Blame

Not Even God

MAELSTROM

Eye Dance My Dance

Eye Write My Right

Eye Paint My House

Eye Walk My Walk

And Eye Have My Ultimate Companion