Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Cape Sable Island

THE YEAR OF THE MONKEY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm

When I saw

My Shower of Silver Lights

I saw The Figure of Christ

across from Me

I saw that Christ

was enmeshed

with The Light

& I cannot

be contained

I cannot be contained

I cannot

be contained

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

IN ORDER FOR SURVIVAL

The Hawk Dining Room 6:49pm

Like the flocks of tiny birds

We watched this morning —

there has to be

a Collective Shift —

a Collective Curve

& Undulation

of Our Global —

No — Universal

Perception

“TELL M(EYE) BLOG!”

The Hawk Kitchen 10:42am

EYE AM

BACK TO M(EYE)

LIFE GLASS

where the water seems colder

&

EYE AM

HIGHER

I SAW THE MOON SET & THE SUN RISE

The Hawk Window Seat 1:30am

I let The Moonlight

in along the floor

& across My Seat

where the toilet sat

& across My Bed

where I dreamt

of a depression of sun

on My Forearm

belonging to someone

 else*

*Karen King

LAST & FIRST

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:22pm

I have retired

My Sacred “Life” Glass

into the Styrofoam packing case

housing the arrival

of My New Concept 2 Twenty Million Metre

ceramic coffee mug

from which I am about

to take

My First Drink:

EYE DID IT!

TWICE!

ON THE RISE

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 7:55am

Heralding The Gold

of The Climbing Sun

I See It Shimmer

Flickering Blue & White

into My Early Morning

Eyeballs —

I See It Generate

The Heat of The Day

& I Know It

To Be Pure

I Know It

To Be Fine

FLY BY

The Hawk Deck 10:45am

I (EYE) am eking out

the last of The Summer Air

out here on My Summer Deck

with a load of sparse laundry

on the line

a military plane flies

over to The North

circles over the ocean

around Our House

& We don’t know why

DECIDUOUS MORNING

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:50am

This Morning I spied

on the globules of Silver

undulating through My Neighbour’s Tree —

Oh how They sparked!

on the stillness of water

& I gazed until I blinked

the golden lime

of My After Glow