Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: childhood

“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

*

PLAY HOUSE

The Hawk Deck 11:10am

I am married to A Very Handsome Doctor

even if He does have some age on Him

It adds to His Allure of Talk

on Occam’s Razor

I live in A Beautiful House By The Sea

& have all the breakfast supplies I need

a basement warehouse of foodstuffs & toilet paper

I have My Mother’s Play House on an island

& My Beautiful Daughter with Her Hot Shot Boyfriend

— He can finance A Mansion at the age of nineteen —

They’re already looking at House Plans

THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 9:00pm

I was That Baby

in My Bassinet

on a living room balcony

in a house called The Laundry

I watched The Ceiling

until it grew

into The Balcony Ceiling

here at The Hawk

where I lie back

in My Couch’s Recliner

to look up

& up again

under the cover

of My Grown Up Shelter

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

MYTH?

The Hawk West Desk Window 12:22pm

So This Is Nova Scotia

I’ve woken up in The Land of Dreams

to find I no longer belong

I have arrived at My Life’s Destination

& The Jays are telling Me

“Go Back, Go Back”

“What do You want to be

when You grow up?”

“I want to be a ballet dancer 

but I’ll probably be an artist”

I hold on tight to My Black Cat Astro

replacement for a beloved Tom

Who was the first creature

I ever grieved over

before My Mother Died

& I fell in love

with The Scripted Little Man

Who’s stayed with Me

in My Mind & Heart

for nearly 20 years

I must go back

to the capable kid I was

with paper route

and baby-sitting jobs

who knew She would be An Artist

Who was An Artist

painting giant canvases

& wowing art teachers

at Cooper Union

— if She could make it there

She could make it anywhere —

but She can’t go back

only forward

without the encumbrances

of Her Mother’s Estate

& The Doctor She Lives With

in a marriage based on His Reality

 

LET GO

The Hawk Portico 5:55pm

I planned to sit down with My Daughter

to have a talk about Her Future

instead She showed Me Her Purchases

from Frenchy’s — designer 2nd hand —

& lovingly cradled Her Louis Vuitton

brown leather hand bag:

“I’ll never let anything happen

to this —

I’ll have It ’till I die

& I’m not joking”

SUNDAY MORNING

The Hawk Deck 8:40am

The Morning Sky is Silver

as I heed the wealth

of My Surroundings

The Surf is shushing Me again

while My Teacup steeps

My Husband sleeps

I assess the coolness of The Wind

9:40am

The Surf is Louder Now

It Wakes Me Up

To The Silver Streaks & Pools

across The Ocean

My Husband is Up

& We’re Having Coffee

11:40am

A Pair of Jays have come

to The Straggly Apple by The Deck

Others Join Them

so I have My Flock of Jays

Who squawk out My Growing Up

as They All fly off:

“You are in The Childhood

of Your Maturity

Here On The Hawk”

SEPTEMBER FIRST, 2012

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:15am

Nobody knew how much

I longed for Those Pet Store Love Birds

except My Mother

as I begged Her to buy Them

for forty dollars in 1970

I had My Heart Set On Them:

all She said was

What If One of Them Dies?

8:35am

Two Years Ago We Awoke

to Our First Morning Here On The Hawk

It seems so long ago

I can’t remember:

was it The Still, Glittering Day

We are having Now

with Our First Cup of Coffee in Bed

& Our Second on The Deck?

Or was I frantically unpacking?

I can’t remember

DANCE OF ETERNITY

I see My Self

in a Room of White

twirling rapidly in a diaphanous gown

such as I drew in My Childhood

My Arms are grasping

across my Chest

to make Me spin faster

& My Hair is long again

flailing out around Me

like a halo

I am dancing The Dance

of Eternity

for The World

to see

I am an audience

of One

 

ELIZA’S ROOM

My Daughter’s Room is Lavender

“Purple” She calls It

& doesn’t like It

The Carpet is white

with old crayon

from previous kids

She bought new sheets today

Purple

& a White Comforter

She said would make

Her hate The Room less

She bought a White Orchid

with Purple in The Centre

& flowers for a heavy glass vase

& here I sit by Her Shaded Window

listening to The Waves