Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Category: spirituality

Before Sunrise

If Eye had The Faith

I have now as a result of My Mother’s Death

I could have saved Her

I know I could —

She tried to visualize sheep

eating away Her Tumour

and I could not share Her Vision

until after She was gone

(but She’s not really “gone”)

when Eye saw that There IS a God

and that if You believe

ANYTHING REALLY IS POSSIBLE

 

Behind The Scenes

Eye have been to bed

with My Dark Haired

sex kitten

who hides in Her Covers

comfortable, finally

showing me Her Clothes

sewed bye Her Careful Grandmother:

prom dresses in satin,

day dresses in pink knobbly knit

and her mother’s fall gown

of poppy floral design

photographed for a first wedding

to the first husband — father

of my hide-away friend

who has never been

a bride

Star Bathing

Eye lie in our yellow light,

honest

on a couch of neutral delight

warm

in the fall of my meandering

through single-dom & persuasion

failed —

my marriage is not

salvageable —

may Eye rest

now

 

Grief

My !3! Children

R as strong & beautiful

as the flock of Herons

EYE just witnessed landing

on the heights of My Scrub Spruce

horizon

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

“The World Is My Oyster”

and Eye am The Grit —

the contaminant, the irritant

and layer by layer

Eye will come out

Gleaming

The Hell With “Art”

—- Eye have re-created The Holy Trinity:

God The Mother, Daughter and The Holy Ghost

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