Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: daughter

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.

DEE DEE

The Hawk Queen Bed 3:36pm

I met A Girl once

out by a pool

She had an assignment

to colour robin’s egg blue

in Her Colouring Book

I was told She lived

institutionalized

My Mother

didn’t approve

TWO WEEKS LATER

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:20pm

My Mother’s Day Bunch

is a scraggly cascade of drying

lilly petals & crisp carnations

There are three well-preserved roses

the colour of autumn

with a card held high

“Hope You’ll enjoy

The Light of My Life bouquet –“

ACCIDENTS ARE A NECESSITY 2

Eliza’s Room 10:09am

When a cat knocks

something over

& it breaks

& You try to fix it

too hastily to replace the fractional pieces

You’re left with a unique ornament

of a mother elephant

with baby

& the defining mark of accident

on its left ear

 

MY MOTHER’S DEATH IS MY INCLUSION

The Hawk Corner Room 4:49pm

My Mother’s Death

is My Inclusion

It’s The Hazy Arrow

through The Heart of Me

surrounded by The Glitter

of Ideal Love

& perfect symmetry

Marked

LIFE FORCE

The Hawk Deck 9:36am

I Am The Vessel

of Life

consuming inordinate quantities

of water

retaining fluid

in My Head

& Limbs

I hear the call of The Mourning Dove

& The Grackle

on This New Spring Morning

I think of what My Life

contains:

My House

My Husband

My Far-away Kids

grown now

with Their Own

Lives

THEIR LIVES

The Hawk Outpost 8:05am

I stand in a beam

of Silver Light

thinking of My Children

My Sole Delight?

I seem to see Them

in My Mind

as if I have Them

for All Time

 

GIRLS’ NIGHT OUT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:44pm

Women are burning up

all over this fair world

They’re trying to make supper

& carrying on conversations

at the same time

talking about what it’s like

to have all The Power

& no place to put it

Picking Up Shells In Africa

The Hawk Living Room 12:34pm

When I learned to walk

in Africa

I stooped over

& squatted

in The Sands of Gabon

to pick up spiral shells

to lift into

My Mother’s

View

 

A ROOM OF THREE GENERATIONS

Eliza’s Room 2:30pm

I live in a lavender room

where I have pulled up

the curtain against a backdrop

of rolling waves

and scrub spruce tree tops

above a painted chest

housing My Mother’s Childhood Diaries

I am sanctified

in My Daughter’s Room

where The Out-stretched Quilt

of rippling bands of purple

spreads  Itself beneath two walls

of My World Trade Center Rooftop Painting

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

and beneath My Signature

in three-foot-high letters

coloured Black