ORGANISM TO HER HOST
The Hawk Portico 5:05pm
We are sucked to The Ocean
like little girls
in tiny suits
lolling
in the salty surf
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The Hawk Portico 5:05pm
We are sucked to The Ocean
like little girls
in tiny suits
lolling
in the salty surf
I occasionally make editorial changes in my work after posting, so it would be prudent for you to read the poems more than once. Thank you, and I value your attention and comments.
Joanna
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:25pm
I was toying with writing
of the subtlety
of the sunset tonight
— especially to The North East —
but before bed
I looked West
to a fiery stage
orange-red
&
so
I
ignite
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm
The House Fly I cupped
in My Right Hand
and released beyond
My Front Door
knows My Scent
and carries It with Him
into Reality
The Hawk Portico 1:45pm
I heard a bull frog
a sort of rubber-y note
very sound of bog
Barrington Passage, NS 12:26pm
I have stepped through
a tunnel of shimmering leaves
calling Me along
by the dappled light
I have breathed in
the hue of fuchsia rose
wild
& heard the lupine
sing out
purple & white
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:15pm
sometimes I cannot get
the words
fast enough
before the pink
spreads itself
out of the sky
& I am left
with My favourite
grey
June 15, 2014 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:53am
I have carried My Body
through These 22 Years
first shuffling, now striding
poised in readiness
for any meeting
haphazard or planned
to jump to new heights
landing Who Knows Where
or Why?
The Hawk West Desk Window 6:55pm
I Saw The Silver
Before I Left
Beyond The Cape & Islands
It Filled Me Up
With Desire Spent
I Came Back
To Thunder
Joanna Gilman Hyde 