Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

The Grounds Keeper

My Husband lives

adjacent to a grave yard

where plastic flowers

blow into His Yard —

strewn along the edges

of His Drive

for Me to pick up

to arrange

on His Table

Romance

Would Eye like

a Younger Man?

Someone from My Children’s Generation

or does age really matter?

Last night I dreampt

of a dark-haired, bright-eyed gentleman

who held My Hand in an open carriage

and kissed the back of it

each time He said something

 

Remembrance

Eye am My Father’s Daughter

an early riser

non-committer

Eye am My Mother’s Daughter

alone on an island

but not with sheep

It’s windy out

but I am snug

with My giant Mug of Decaf

writing for Dr Blair —

or is that Hunter

this time?

Attention!!

My soon-to-be-X

recently messaged

My Daughter Eliza

that he would like to see Me

“left twisting in the wind –”

well there’s a storm tonight

and Eye am here by My Self

cozy in My Bed

with The Power still on

Eye Am Rich

Eye am rich

beyond compare

with the view

of last night’s

Dawning,

Mauve, and pale

pale blue, and

golden embers of

new light*

 

*topped by the crescent moon

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

 

Found It!!

Eye have found

The Greatest Find —

on the back passenger floor

of My Brand Spanking New Jeep —

Oh Happy Day!!

Eye could kiss The Sky!!

Our Curve

I can see The Curve

of Our Earth

carried over The Eastern Horizon

by My Layer of Cloud Bank

not parallel

but dipping

@ either end

Loss

I have lost My Pen —

The Timeless Onyx and Silver —

My Power, My Tool

Favoured, cared for

years upon years —

I saved every used cartridge —

both boxes worn through —

how can I transform the loss

the misplacement —

into gain?