The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
I want to draw out
Humanity’s Heart
Feed It to The Black Crows
Hungry
flying against the wind
outside My Kitchen Glass Doors
–
I want to sit underneath My Tree
My Scraggly Apple
out in My Pro-life Underwear
in snow flurries
Come Inside
to know the warmth
of My Living Room
with Eliza’s Long-stemmed Coral Roses
clipped & vased
The Hawk Hallway 7:50pm
Is That Child Gone?
The One Who Sat Cross-legged
in Her Kindergarten’s Hallway
unwindowed
practising for a bombing
with Her Head in Her lap?
–
Is She Gone Now, Married
to Her Second Husband, Her Well-loved Doctor
with The Assault on Her Marriage
of A Second Doctor
She feels forced to turn to for eternal preparedness
Practice?
The Hawk West Desk Window 2:00pm
For The Unborn
For Babies
For Toddlers
For Elementary School Students
For Teens
For Young Adults:
To be A Child means being loved unconditionally
Safely guided & nurtured by the source(s) of That Love
until independence —
But The Love Never Stops
Note: I was prompted to write this because I saw a diamond shape reflected before Me at the foot of my bed. I didn’t know what it was until I moved my right arm and saw that the shape was created by a reflection from the band of My Ladies Bulova Open Heart Watch.
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View
as I sat at the computer screen
— passed across My Field of Vision
diagonally from left to right
trailing a dark path
alerting Me
to read
“God Has Called Them All Home”
The West Desk Window 2:45pm
Sometimes a Candy Cane
is not just a Candy Cane.
–
HO HO HO is backwards.
–
What can you think of that’s snowy white
& feels like a weather bomb?
–
What’s an empty, limp stocking
which miraculously gets filled?
–
The colour red means stop —
green means go.
–
What’s a triangular fir tree
next to an open hearth —
and where does that chimney go anyway?
–
A Christmas Wreath, a broken circle, represents a fertilized egg.
–
A baby in a manger —
Jesus was born on the wrong side of the tracks.
The Hawk Hallway 5:10pm
Why turn to an opalescent sky
for the answer to Our Eternal Question
WHY?
Why renounce My American Citizenship
fearful of being found out
as a culprit of 911
as a proud New Canadian since 1995
living in Peace & Security
with no plans to go back
to visit friends & relatives
in The Beleaguered US of A?
Why watch CNN
to see Obama
commiserate
with the survivors
of fallen children?
Why live next door
to a massive giant
of woe & destruction
for the sake of a spit of sand
where I may walk in private?
Why?
Because I ended up here —
is it that simple?
Because I had The Dream
of “Being A Famous Artist
Living In Nova Scotia”
where now I am tied
to My Property
Progeny
One or Two Husbands —
where is My Dream taking Me Now?
It’s A Haven
With Glass Walls
Joanna Gilman Hyde 