Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

MY PRO-LIFE PROFILE

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The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

“Hey Everybody!  This is God

yes, G-O-D

One of You, All of You

here, as always, to tell Us

We have a correction to make —

in case You were wondering

I am female —

52 years old in Body

infinite in Mind:

Caucasian North American

with a psychiatric history

not permitted to carry a firearm

but I can wear a bullet-proof vest

to guard My Castle-by-the-sea

where I live with My Husband

the very popular Dr Blair

& My Daughter, the very beautiful Eliza

& seven cats —

I’m not kidding around —

on March 31st, 1993, after four days of no sleep

induced by the death of My Mother

I had The Shower Of Silver Lights

crash down on My Head —

I thought I was The Second Coming Of Christ

but I didn’t want to give Christianity

that much credit

so I…

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TIME’S GRACE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:24pm

I Grace Time

with a glance at My Watch

Cell Phone

Computer

Dashboard (Car)

Microwave

Slow Cooker

and if I see

10:22

2:22

9:11

I Am Graced

FABLED SOUND

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:38pm

If I Could Paint A Sky

With Words —

Can I Reach The Ear

With Sounds —

Sounds Of Such Value To Me

I Want To Encapsulate

Them —

The Story Of Our Ocean

With No Beginning

And No End —

The Sweetness Of My Peepers

So Brief?

ARTIST’S SKY

The Hawk Outpost 8:20pm

The Sky To The North

Is A Palette

Of Textured Greys

Positioned Laterally

Over Pale Blue

As If

Stroked

Against The Atmosphere

By A Hand-held Stippling Brush

With Finger-tipped

Precision

SILVER NOTE

Barrington Passage, NS 7:45pm

What Rings True Above

The Din Of Busy Traffic?

Truth Behind Bird Song

TRANSFIGURATION 3

The Hawk Window Seat 2:22pm

When Next I Saw

The Blue Jay

I Saw That It Was He

Sitting High Upon A Wire

Readying For Flight

To A Far Off Place

Where He Would Stay

With Me

Forever

INTERNAL FIRE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:15pm

Sun Across The Lawn

Like An Ember In Evening

A Robin’s Breast Glows

 

SONG WRITING

The Hawk West Desk Window 5:30pm

If I could master music

what would I play

of the serenading line of dunes

along The Hawk Cape

silhouetted against

a strip of Ocean Silver —

what would I sing?

“Good Night, My World!”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:32pm

Let Me Find My Silver Pen

To Write On Your Forehead

As You Lie Back

With Your Eyes Closed —

Let Me Write On You —

Above All

I Love You —

You’re Not Going To Die

You Will Have Your Fill Of Dreams

Happy And Bad, Terrible Even —

But You Must Go Through

The Terror

And Comfort

Of The Night

In Order To Wake —

Go To Sleep My Precious World —

Let Me Rock You To Sleep

Let Me Draw My Label

My Signature

On Your Forehead —

Let Me Find My Red Felt Pen

My Permanent Marker

To Draw Upon You

Above Your Eyes

A Fleshy Heart

Filled In With Red

Out-lined By Black

“GO TO SLEEP”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

The Message I received

from My Divine Hallucination

of the head of The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

on My Right Shoulder

Who said, “You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are A Star —

so go to sleep”

may have been, now, telling

The Whole World

to go to sleep —

perhaps it is not awakening

We need —

it is Sleeping and Dreaming

celebrating The Night

Our Darkness

to find Our True Selves