Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: existence

OUR LIVES ARE BASED ON PERCEPTION

The Hawk Hallway 4:00pm

What is that blasted wind

really trying to tell Me?

I went ahead and rowed

the programmed 22 minutes

and now Hunter is asleep

not feeling well enough

to go to the one party

We’ve been invited to

this season

It — The Wind — tells Me I won’t listen

to Anybody

but My Self

Where Am I Going?

What Am I Following?

My Heart getting gnawed apart

by a Silver-Black Crow

in the shape of a Little Man?

Yet I am grateful to Him

I Tell My Self I Love Him — OOOH That Wind

THE HAWK HALLWAY 12:30pm

Wind whistles through the cracks

at My Side Door

telling Me relentlessly

to stop living My Life

in This Mumbo Jumbo Fashion

of signifying moments

according to the alignment

of 22

like why should I keep

a New Year’s Resolution

to row 22 Minutes on My C2

when I wake up with a dream

of The Silver-Black Crow

dressed in a plaid shirt

& Me in a grey coat

hugging each other?

CAWS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:22pm

I Am The Silver-Black Crow

Eating My Heart Out

Pecking My Skull

“Let Me Out”

“Let Me Out”

Curl Up My Sleek Feathers

Gather My Dark Wings Together

Like Hands In Prayer

“Away With Me”

“Away”

CONSUMPTION 2

The Hawk Kitchen 10:22am

SHARP SILVER-BLACK CROW

NIBBLES MY WHITE HEART NIGHTLY

STABS MY HEAD DAILY

I AM YOUR REASON

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:50pm

Ring In This New Year

with Me As Your Reason

for Schizophrenia

for I Am The Human Mind:

I take unlimited forms

no — I will not hack a head off

on a Greyhound Bus

no — I will not shove an unsuspecting commuter

onto a subway track

no — I will not mow down

a school yard

of kids

I have had My Head examined

for twenty years

yes — I take medication for sleep

who doesn’t?

yes — I have strange desires

seemingly unfulfilled

who hasn’t?

But I Am Here Hear People

I Am Alive

Are You Ready & Willing

To Shoulder

My Outrage?

THE HEART

The Hawk Kitchen 4:55pm

I Have Thrown The Heart Of Humanity

Out To The Crow

Of My Desire

He’s Not Black But Silver

He Has Swooped Down

Into My Heart

To Eat The Remains

Of Me

MOON HAIKU

The West Desk Window 9:44pm

I STEPPED ON MOON GLOW

IN MY NIGHT-TIME LIVING ROOM

LOOKED UP:  BLUE HALO

MY CHRIST WISH

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

CHRISTMAS HAIKU

Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage 11:15am

WHY IS DEBT CEILING

SNAPPY TERMINOLOGY

FOR THEIR FISCAL CLIFF?

co-written by W Hunter Blair

PARAPHRASE

The Hawk Kitchen 10:06pm

I am being called upon

to look at The Sky

The Wallowing Clouds

with few breaks of Light

And Now, as I look up from My Writing —

another passage of sleety snow