1961
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm
I am That Infant
born of Childhood Playmates
Who should never have married
carried in the arms
of Dr Albert Schweitzer
forever held in a black & white photograph
hanging in The Dining Room
of Dr W Hunter Blair
Joanna Gilman Hyde
"Good Morning, World!"
Tag: Dr W Hunter Blair
October 29, 2014
PRIVATE PICTURE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:30pm
Here I sit
in Nova Scotia
Land O’ My Dreams
with the salt fog
wafting past My Living Room
Window
My Husband has joined Me
on The Tomato-coloured Couch
where I often write
to avail My Self
of every opportunity
here in seclusion
to realize
My Public Life
October 28, 2014
ELEMENTAL
The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm
I Am The Lady In Black
and charcoal grey
Who likes to write
about Her Self
as The Transformation
The Growth
from a thirty-something
mental patient
badly misunderstood
tortuously disbelieved
turned
Figure
Of Prominence
in Her Local Community
and about to hit
at 54
The World At Large
October 28, 2014
ZENITH
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:20am
I am at The Zenith
of My Life
lost poems aside —
I have arrived
at home
in warm Silver negligee
coffee in The Morning
with A Day Ahead
for anything
October 5, 2014
EVENING DEER
The Hawk Outpost 6:49pm
The Scraggly Apple
is illuminated
with the eastern clouds
a rare mauve pink
The moon is up
My Fuchsia Painting is finished
& My Husband has said
I can hang It over
The Tomato-coloured Couch
October 4, 2014
HERE ON THE HAWK
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:07am
In The Depths of Depression
sunk inside a psychiatric unit
I would wait through each day
until I could ready My Self for bed
take My “Meds” at 9:00
put on My Pyjamas
& try to sleep
only to have to face the morning
& the same old Hellish repeat
–
Here On The Hawk
I Put On My Pyjamas
Relaxed
& Go To Bed With My Husband
& Rise Happy
To Check On My Painting
& Drink Our Morning Coffee
October 1, 2014
My Paint Pants Look Like Outer Space
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:24pm
Today I went to Sobey’s
in My Husband’s old paint pants
belted
but first I had to go to the bank
& walking over
in an October wind
I felt, for the first time:
I really am an artist
living in Nova Scotia
September 25, 2014
It Matters Not
The Hawk Deck 8:07am
It matters not that
Eye Am Human
It matters not that
Eye Am God
In love w/ All
M(eye) Sea
in molten Silver
& dewy trees
& grass so wet
Eye just let out
a cat
September 24, 2014
SECURITY
The Hawk Deck 10:45am
I waved Good-Bye
to My Working Husband
as He pulled out of Our Drive
I glanced across
My Left Shoulder
& saw how I survive
I saw The Silver
across The Sea
& knew It in a flash
I have all I’ll ever need
Forever I Will Last
Joanna Gilman Hyde 