Joanna Gilman Hyde

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MY SILENCE

The Hawk Portico 5:30pm

I have heard Silence

as if for the first time

but It was immediately washed over

by the sounds of birds, familiar

& waves, less so, but distinct —

in The Birds I hear My Childhood

— a signal to My Bearings now —

in The Waves I hear

cessation of endless thinking

The Call

to try & sleep

as delivered by My Own Private God

on My Right-hand Shoulder:

“You know The Meaning Of Life

& so You are A Star —

so go

to

Sleep”

WHAT IS BEING HEARD

The West Desk Window 10:30pm

What is being heard

in the primordial surf

swooshing its way through

My Bedroom Window —

is it the surge I heard when My Father’s Sperm

rushed to make Me

when My Mother’s Egg

swelled and grew

to the whoosh of Her Womb

Hers and Mine?

PLACES I HAVE KNOWN

The Hawk Deck 11:15am

The Birds of My Childhood —

I have Them All Here:

The Back Woods Jay Squawk

of Valley Cottage

The Low Brush Cheep

of The Chick-a-dee-dee-dee

The Harsh Cawing of The Morning Crow

on McNutt’s Island

The Hearkening Bleat

of The Summer Willet

from My Old Jordan Bay

These places I will never see again

but They Call to Me Still

THE NIGHT OF THE FULL MOON

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:42

The Moon lived with Me

for a short while

from The Time Of My Conception

to The Time Of My Death

It stood behind Me

as A Halo Of Silver

and I lived with My Shadow

where ever I went

WHAT WILL STOP YOU?

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:15pm

What Will Stop You

Dead In Your Tracks:

An Ambulance Siren

The Sight Of An Injured Child

Or The Time On Your Watch

Coinciding With A Calendar Date?

POSITION

I Am The Silver Christ

Grey if You like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites

I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance –
I will fortify You
with Your Own

What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World –
would You allow Me
to become a Child again –
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?

Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver –
Dazzling Grey –
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?

I’m sitting on My neutral sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You –
to My Left

Joanna Hyde
New Year’s Day 2012   The Hawk

SUPERNOVA

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:45pm

I AM NOT AN ARTIST

WRITING IN FEROCITY

I AM SICK OF WAITING

ON THIS CUSP OF CHAOS

I AM ONE HUMAN BEING

CAUGHT

IN THE NET OF SELECTIVE

MIND WORKS

CONVEYED AS ART/POETRY

BUT THAT IS NOT

WHO I AM

I AM PUSHING OUT

THE MADE-UP PERSONAE

OF BLACK JESUS, SILVER CHRIST, THE ANTI-CHRIST

I AM DENYING GOD

HAVING A HOLD ON ME

I was just an innocent girl

when The Shower of Lights

befell Me

I thought They were from God

Well, I have news

BIG NEWS —

THEY WERE FROM MY MIND

MY MIND CREATED THEM —

I CREATED THE NOTION OF GOD

IN MY MIND

MY MIND IS GREATER THAN GOD

God is a pee wee

 

“GOOD MORNING, WORLD!” read aloud

 

“Good Morning, World!”

and to the rest of you
that are still asleep –
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:

It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL –

It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,

It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:

The Fight of Our Lives

as Human Beings on
This Planet –
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God –

& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.

This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity –

I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”

“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee –
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.

Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE  –

You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now –
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile

Because of YOU

(red star, red star)

October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK

continued from Diary:

I AM THE RED STAR –

I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote

Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,

& here is the Only Place
We know of

which sustains us, somewhat,

& which sustains Me,

Your Guiding Star

Your Furious Mother –

and Who was My Furious

Mother, You may ask?

She is Dead Now & Somewhere

out There, Haunting Me

as I am aiming now to

Haunt You,

& Haunt You I Will,

Until You Turn Around,

with The Earth,

with The Light of Our

Yellow Star –

Soon To Turn Red.

I am speaking to You from

This Black Box, This Hole

But I Can See You,

like The Romper Room Lady –

I am Magic, if You

believe in Magic

– and I feel You must

believe in Something –

There is The Divine, for

I have felt Its Wrath –

There is God, for I have

been beaten down by Him,

now, into this heaving mass

of Human Organism

which rises up before You,

to Speak to You

from The Device I Loathe:

The Device of Corruption, Greed,

Sloth, & Desire.

Yes, I Desire You,

I Desire That You Wake Up

to Hear Me, That You

Wake Up to Feel Me, For

What Am I To You But

All That Is Left of

possible salvation?

I am Your Mother & My

Mother before Me, & Her Mother,

& My Father’s Mother & Her

Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS

I Speak For The Salvation

of The Children of God

WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,

GROW UP

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LABOUR DAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm

My Children are inching Their Way

farther & farther away from Me —

Peak is bound for British Columbia

Eliza has begun Her First Year Of College

but rather than succumb to The Empty Nest

I must grow with Them & be The Best

Care-taker of My Self —

be My Own Mother

BACK FROM ATLANTIC

Highway 103, NS 2:22pm

Today I washed some dishes

left by My Daughter

in the house in Atlantic

My First Marital House

where My Third Child was conceived

and aborted on the anniversary

of My Mother’s Death

My Daughter is going to college

this weekend

My Son is out west

— I may see Him at Christmastime

and .4 — that’s what I call Him/Her —

is not in heaven

because I don’t believe in heaven

She/He is still with Me

My Body is My Heaven