Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Category: spirituality

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


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


Eye Dance My Dance

Eye Write My Right

Eye Paint My House

Eye Walk My Walk

And Eye Have My Ultimate Companion

When Maria Got Killed

When Maria got killed

Dr Blair said he felt bad —

or something like that

Major Event

The Return of The Cow Bird

alerted Me to My #1 Sense

as Eye hesitated to sweep

the puddle of this morning’s rain

off my Front Yard Canvas

Eye contemplated the water spot

and heard, with My Very Own Ears,

that favourite sound of liquid drop

and up I looked

And There He Was!!

On the mirror

of My Still New Chrysler 200 LX

Watery Stroke

Pink washed horizon

seeps into dawn like the pull

of My Heart to Sky


Eye am living

in The State of Relief —

I will not be contstrained

by the formation

of even having to write

in Haiku

Extended Dawn

Eye have seen The Sun

rise through the Eye of a cloud

edged in Silver-Gold


A Place for Marriage

There is a place for Marriage

in amongst the confessions

of many — The Vow

and if You break it

You’re in trouble.


My First Vow was “until Death”

and The Death was My Mother’s —

My Second

I don’t remember voicing

and the wedding itself

was an abomination.


Morning Realization

The Scraggly Apple

is Dead Butt Eye am Alive

to know It fully