Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

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PREMISE ON “MENTAL ILLNESS”

There is no such “thing” as “mental illness.”  There is no true illness which can be said to be entirely “mental” unless it is derived from an organic source such as a brain tumour.  There are no physical attributes in the human body which can point to this description.  There is no pre-determining test for “mental illness.”  The psychiatric diagnosis used to determine the supposed state of “mental illness” is opinion-based at best, and most often this opinion is not shared by the individual in question.  At worst this opinion is often shared by family members, friends, and society as a whole, creating a kind of trap or “Catch 22” for the individual.

What we see when we attempt to use this stigmatizing and false description of “mental illness” is an array of human self expression which may be affected by, or resulting from, changes in environment, sleep patterns, physical activity, thought, perception, interaction with others, or any conglomeration of naturally occurring factors which can and do affect all of us as human beings.

We are variable and complex.  To lump any of us into “categories” of “mental illness” is a grave disservice to humanity.

 

Written by Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair

MORNING VIGIL

The Hawk Dining Room 9:06am

The Silver Glare

off The Sea

leaks into My Eyes

It makes Me thirsty

to watch It so

I’ll drink My Glass

marked “LIFE”

REMEMBRANCE DAY

The Hawk Portico 1:50pm

Twenty years or so ago

I asked My Carpenter Husband

to build Me A Church —

“It would be a folly,” was His Answer —

Well I have My Church:

I have My Body, My Temple

I have My House By The Sea

I have My Small Town Nova Scotia

I have My Country Canada

& So I Have My World

MIGHTY MORNING

The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am

The Morning Glare

off My Ocean

fills My Room

with liquid light

I glimpse My Self

in My Mother’s Mirror

to catch That Figure

of foreseeable might

SPOKEN

The Hawk Dining Room 9:55am

The Silver Clouds

beam across the sky

leaving Their Mark upon The Sea

The Sea is steel now

The Clouds heavy

with The Weight

of My Life-line

SEA-CHANGE

The Hawk Outpost 10:15am

I have risen to The Gleam Of Silver

aeons in the making

having set Its High

& clung to It

I will witness The World’s

turn-around

from the light of gold

to The Shower Of Silver —

from the day of the yellow metal

to The Night of The White

DR BLAIR’S

The Hawk Window Seat 5:05pm

We are on a passage way

toward & of seduction — I am

Dr Blair’s — I belong

in His House By The Sea

with The Sun setting golden

thrown against The Silver Clouds

Don’t Walk Away, In Silence*

The Tomato-coloured Couch NOON

Gold is too warm

Silver is tarnished

like The Humanity

it represents

The Cold Truth

of believing in Our Selves

Our Bodies

Our Aspirations

*Ian Curtis, Joy Division

HIGHLIGHTED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:10pm

Once, years ago, a Minister’s Husband

pronounced that when I painted

Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 23

I should have been 54

(NOTE:  I will turn 54 on April 30th, 2015)

Notice To My Followers

When I first posted Halloween

all three related listings in the comment section

were “Good Morning, World!”

When I looked again

three different poems were listed.