GOOD GOD
The Hawk Kitchen 6:47pm
I See A Bird Of Silver
Against A Cloud Of Grey
It Signals To Me
All Is Well
And This Is How We’ll Stay
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
March 21, 2014
WORDS & PHRASES I HATE
No Brainer
From The Hawk Kitchen Refrigerator
(quotation marks implied)
24/7
Ego
From the get go
Scenario
From day 1
Life is a journey
There ya go!
Climate change
Issue
Live in the moment
It’s all good!
You can’t have everything
Ya get what ya pay for
Nobody’s perfect
Inappropriate behaviour
Up the yin yang
Ya can’t take it with you!
Yeah (as a filler)
Bitch
On the same page
Step up to the plate
You have a lot on your plate
Between a rock and a hard place
Enjoy!
Agro
Good energy
On board
If I win the lottery
Wake up call
Irk
Irksome
Live & learn
Mind set (though I use it)
Down time
Melt down
Jus’ sayin
It is what it is
Get your head around
Heads up
Stepping stone
Team player
There are two sides to every story
Win – win
Been there, done that
Bought the T-shirt
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March 20, 2014
THAT WAS THAT
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm
Tonight I saw a Nebula
of cat hair against a mat
black by the front door
with a Crescent Moon
of shedded cat claw
among the detritus of outdoors
tracked in
and as I contemplated from above
My Spectacle of Space
a fat cat came along
and sat
and sat
March 19, 2014
ASSIGNMENT
The Hawk Queen Bed 10:03pm
The nightly ointment applied
to My Doctor-Husband’s legs
has conditioned My Hands
ready for work
I will now delve into the guts
of Humanity
The Innards of The World
I will knowingly dirty My Hands
when I said I never would
serve God — I would serve
only My Self —
I have seen The Meaning of Life
and It is brazen and brash
as The Sun
and It is My Dark Haired Angel
God of My Creation
sitting on My Right Shoulder
declaring in Her Melodious Voice
“You Know The Meaning Of Life
And So You Are A Star —
So Go To Sleep…”
I will go now not to sleep
but to coat My Broad-palmed Hands
laden with the protective balm of Her Words
to absolve the recesses of My Skin
of any fatal impurity
and pummel My New-born Fists
into every Man, Woman and Grown-up Child
March 18, 2014
EVERY DAY
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm
I have craved Fame & Glory
as badly as any
suicide-ed poet
— I have made attempts
on My Own Life —
but more-so have I
striven to live
as I do now
when My Work is being read
every day & every day
I am not dead
March 18, 2014
ON A CLEAR DAY
The Hawk Dining Room 12:18pm
Why do I feel so much better?
is the same question as
Why do I feel so terrible?
There is no one answer for either
so I will revel in My Contentedness
and dismiss the recollection
of Darker Days
March 17, 2014
THE PRETTIEST LIGHT
The Hawk Corner Room 7:35pm
The Prettiest Light
is in The Eastern Sky
when The Sun goes down in The West
The East soaks It in
in Mauve, then Chiffon Pink
with Blue-grey underneath
hovering over The Water
I sit and think
how Yesterday
is no more
how Today
is ending thus
March 16, 2014
CLUTCHING MY BLACK DIARY AGAINST MY PURPLE-ROBED CHEST
The Hawk Corner Room 1:15pm
Do My Cells Know
I Am Exhibiting
“A Failure To Thrive” —
Do They Know I Have Not Eaten Lunch
& That I Cannot
Possibly Take The Cats To The Vet
Tomorrow
For Their Annual Inoculations?
