Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: birds

All That I Have Lived For

The Hawk Deck 7:47pm

All That I Have Lived For

Is Wrapped Up In This Moment

As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe

With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me

And All Down Around Me

How Have I Gotten This Far?

Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair

Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love

Of Her Dearest 2.4’s

The Evening Light Is Upon The East

Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest

And I Have Come This Far

THE NEW GULL

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:38pm

A Black-headed Gull

blown in from the storm

circled over Me

as I threw

bits of bread

on the newly cut lawn

He landed beside Me

for probably the first

square meal

He’s had since

He was carried to Us

THE BIRD I KILLED

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:53pm

He was A Starling

innocent and frightened

by My Maniacal Driving

swooping into His Flock

He hit the front of My Car —

on My Way Back from picking up a pizza

yes, pizza!

He lay in the middle of the road

BIRD LORE

The Hawk Deck NOON

Do Birds Ever get Their Calls

Mixed Up

& Sing To The Wrong Mate?

BIRD SONG

The Hawk Deck 12:22pm

What makes a songbird sing?

What life force bursts forth

through every tune?

Is it a call to a mate

or simply the sound

of a beautiful morning?

MORNING SONG

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:26am

Sliding My Glass Door

Bird Song Carries Me Aloft

Yellow Bird’s Clear Ring

MY BACKYARD

The Hawk Deck 1:25pm

I have moved away

from My Childhood

into the backyard

of Maturity

where birds occupy My Attention

& a southerly breeze ruffles the hedge

behind My House

I look to The Sea

while The Indoor Cat

— an older one —

briefly visits

ANSWER: MY BLUE JAY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:55pm

Who gave Me This Life

where I can write

poetry all day

& look out the windows —

Who gave Me This Place

filled with birds

& house dust

lint balls I don’t have

to examine to see

They’re nothing more

than Galaxies —

Who gave Me This Start

out of the ebb

of hospitalizations

straddled between

two husbands, a dead mother

& The Love Of A Puny Man

I somehow see

as Heroic?

LUCIDITY

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:17am

The Chickadee is of The Spirit —

My Sweet Departed Mom

The Jay is of My Flesh & Bone

The Colour of Broad Daylight —

My Contemporary Love

WHAT ABOUT THE SUNSETS?

The Hawk Living Room 6:15pm

I stand at the screened-in window

higher than The Child I am

listening to two sounds

I Love:

I Love The Birds & I Love The Waves

am I being too simplistic?

Bird Life here on The Hawk

& the rhythm of surrounding Ocean

Feed Me

Sustain Me

Nourish Me

I Am Growing Up

in a small paradise