Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Eliza Haeghaert Hyde

MY LIFE

The Hawk Portico 4:45pm

I want to write

My Life Out

in brilliant vibrancy

like the colours

of My Quilt

Purple & Teal

housed now

in a lavender room

by The Sea

(of course)

where I am

happiest

in a red deck chair

on My Front

Stoop

(The Portico)

entertained by amiable neighbours

taken care of

(in case I still need care)

by My

Glowingly Handsome Husband —

let Me write

too

about My Beautiful

Daughter

My Heroic Son

& yes

as the brightest

of all

let Me write

& Write

about My Love

which strings Me along

from water tap

to ocean spray

I drink

from My Glass

named Life

& I live

in Divine

Completeness

WHEN THE TIME COMES

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:11pm

Doctors & Nurses are The Stewards

of The Dying

& when The Dying finally

Die

The Dead get off easy

(as My Daughter said)

ELIZA 2

The Hawk Window Seat 10:55am

Gub Plays Her Guitar

& Sings In My Cathedral

I Am Completed

SONG FOR MOTHER & DAUGHTER

August 6th,The Hawk Window Seat 11:07am

This Morning I Stood

At The Sliding Glass Door

Listening To The Waves

& The Insistence Of A Chickadee

But I Was Pulled Away

By The Concerns Of My Daughter

Making Her Way To College

August 7th, The Hawk Window Seat 11:04am

Last Night I Scared Eliza

Trying To Describe Our Shift

To The Left, To The East

Picturing My Self Standing

In The Atlantic

Facing South

With The West To My Right

The East To My Left

& The Mona Lisa

Has A Surprise

Under Her Left Hand

 

 

 

 

 

 

All That I Have Lived For

The Hawk Deck 7:47pm

All That I Have Lived For

Is Wrapped Up In This Moment

As I Am Wrapped In My Heavy Grey Bathrobe

With The Spears Of Light Forever Above Me

And All Down Around Me

How Have I Gotten This Far?

Through A Child’s Adoration Of A Pair

Of Love Birds To A Mother’s Love

Of Her Dearest 2.4’s

The Evening Light Is Upon The East

Illuminating The Scrub Spruce Forest

And I Have Come This Far

TRANSFIGURATION 2

The Hawk Out Post 12:51pm

The Blue Jay

bore out of the bush

to a rock in My Far Yard

 then to The Scraggly Apple

— I kept My Eye on Him —

— feeling My Blood —

& He Came to

Me

He Came

 

STAR LIGHT

The Hawk Outpost 10:15am

Sun — I guess It’s Sun —

filters through the fog

of a spring morning

I am in My Grey

C2 Rowing Outfit

Hunter is sleeping late

Eliza is on Her Way

to fun

& fame

MY TIME

The Hawk Deck 9:08am

I Am Drinking In

The Silver

Of This 22nd Day

Of This 22nd Year

Into The Awakening

I

Have

Come

To This Ever-glade

Of Peace

&

Prosperity

Where I Reside

With My Loving Husband

&

My Beautiful Singing Daughter

Whether I Stay

Or Not

I Will Carry With Me

The Ages

Of Time

&

Be A Representative

Of The Life

We’ve Lived

Before

My Daughter Is Downstairs Singing

The Hawk West Desk Window 7:57pm

Tonight I had to throw out

Our entire supper of fish

to the gulls and crows

— it was tainted —

and then in a fit

of generosity

I threw out Our bread

best by today

and three English muffins

dated March 18th

MY WARDROBE

The Hawk Portico 2:48pm

I have Poetry Clothes

Invalid Clothes

Black Jesus Clothes

& Something for The Silver Christ

borrowed from The Invalid Ensemble:

My Thick Grey Robe

worn as My

“at home” attire

seen by My Husband, My Daughter

(She picked It out)

several carpenters

& maybe neighbours

when I take out

the trash