Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Black Jesus

May 17, 2014

WE ARE THE ALIENS

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

We will travel to distant stars

to walk upon lands of other planets

We will taste food yet un-savoured

& dress in garb yet only dreamed of

We will swim in salted coves

salted by the sweat of billions

We will fly our mini star-packs

through the sea-clouds of air yet formed

We will dance along valleys

& surge forward into night

We will set Our Selves loose

to gallivant with Our New Found Friends

Our New Society Of People

like Us

with Whom We will play

with magical swords

forged from metals more precious

than gold

& with Whom We will die

momentarily

at The Hands

of Lovers Divine

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May 11, 2014

POWER

The Hawk Queen Bed 4:00am

Static Of The Sea

Wherein Does My Power Lie?

Static Of The Sea

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May 8, 2014

OUR MORNING WORLD

The Hawk Outpost 10:15am

Beneath the woven stippling

of cloud

shimmering Silver

greets My Day

I see cross-hatches of Light

above My Horizon

and glittering grey

below

I know

Our World

and I know

Our Life

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May 7, 2014

A SMALL IRONY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:10pm

Having Been Awakened

To The Existence

Of God

By A Shower Of Silver Lights

On March 31st, 1993

That Same Year

In October

I Was Told By My Own

Private God

On My Right Shoulder:

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are

A Star —

So Go To Sleep” 

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May 7, 2014

GOOD MORNING, SILVER

The Hawk Outpost 9:38am

Good Morning, Silver

Of My Heart

You Speak To Me

And Mould My Art

You Fill Me Up

With Your Glitter Fine

And Allow The Day

To Be All Mine

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May 5, 2014

REQUEST

The Hawk Outpost 10:59am

Oh Watery Sky

how You fill Me

with Delight

and You, Silver

stretched out

along The Sea

please be kind

to Me for My Love

We share

and I will always be

obliged to You

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May 4, 2014

THE OPPOSITE OF DEPRESSION (no, it’s not Mania)

The Hawk Portico 5:03pm

I thrive on The Sounds

of The Birds

especially when I hear

nothing else

but the not-so-far-off shore

of Hawk Inlet

I am released

of all other

concerns

I live through the countless calls

of Avian Wildlife

singing into My Cells

regenerating

My Issuance

of Life

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May 4, 2014

DEPRESSION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:08pm

I remember clearly

that sinking feeling

of having no choice but to lie down

on a couch or bed

for want of Living Life

where I covered My Self

with a blanket or Afghan

knitted by My Mother-in-law

to take as some form

of comfort

to get through

an endless day

out of weeks

months

years

 

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May 3, 2014

SOFT SCULPTURE

Notes from an art school project, titled “Guts” circa 1983

Oesophagus, Stomach — flesh-coloured satin

Pancreas — textured yellow

Gallbladder — green

Liver — purple satin

Small Intestine — 20 feet white tubular satin, stuffed

Large Intestine, Rectum — flesh-coloured satin, gathered

Heart — heart-shaped red velvet pillow, white feather-trimmed

suspended above

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May 1, 2014

ARTISTE EXTRAORDINAIRE

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:44pm

I have written words

I have painted pictures

I have never sung a song

Has there been enough

of Me?

When will The World stop

to assess My Persona

d’Artiste Extraordinaire

Who has yet to live

to Her Fullest Capacity

under the guise

of —

nothing

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