Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: existence

INTERVIEW WITH GOD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:11pm

Q:  God, what has made You

appear in this time We are in?

A:  I have been here all along —

yet I have revealed My Self through

The Light Of Silver

apparent only in the Dawning

Of The Dark.

Q:  Do You feel We are entering

a period of Darkness?

A:  Yes, We are already here.

Q:  How do You see Us getting out?

A:  When All Of Humanity

comes to the realization

that It, Humanity, is

The Collective Mind

of God — We will have begun

Our Exit from The Dark

into The Celebration

Of The Dark,

The Unknown.

Q:  Are We entering a period of

The Unknown?

A:  Yes, there too We are already in It.

Q:  Do We need to turn to alien intelligence

to cope?

A:  Nope.  We have what It takes.

We must simply measure Our Minds of today

with those of the past.

We must look back

in order to see

Our Future.

CROWS FEET

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:35pm

I am racing the clock

against sun-damaged skin

counting My Wrinkles

stretching My Chin

My Legs still look good

but there’s heft to My Waist

I’ve got A Life yet to live

I’ll observe It in haste

QUOTE

The Hawk Dining Room 8:00am

“Everything’s going

all to Hell

very fast*”

yet I have

salmon pink clouds

turning to gold

*Dr W Hunter Blair

MORNING LIGHT

The Hawk Outpost 9:16am

The Striated Clouds

along The Horizon

streak gently like

a watercolour wash

with a glimmer of light

at the farthest reach

low — off line

FROM MY SILVER & ONYX PEN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

I sit in My Purple Robe

upon The Tomato-coloured Couch

I write for a living

I write to sustain My Self

Nothing Do I Hyde

I can be read

head to toe

& portend the future

I depict

line for line

in the journal stacks

stored in a giant Birk’s bag

in My Closet

UNKNOWN

The Hawk Queen Bed 3:10pm

My Love is unknowable

even to Me

It resides, untouched

in the fathoms

of My Mind

to be probed, one day

by Its Object

of

Humanity

MARITAL HOUSEHOLD

December 9, 2014 The Hawk Window Seat 8:30pm

All I ever really wanted

was An Affair

with Dr Blair —

but He wanted Me

to be cured

to cook Him His Meals

to go out on dark & stormy nights

for Gravol

to help let the cats out

& back in

so I grew

into A Doctor’s Wife

for Him

MORNING MOTHER

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:45pm

I see forever

the image of My Mother’s Morning

of Her standing

on the furnace grate

beside the windows in the kitchen

of The Valley Cottage House

She made oatmeal for Howard

& Me

& ate Her’s

with a wooden spoon

out of the stuck oatmeal pot

with forced air from the furnace

billowing up Her Nightgown

FAILED LAUNDRESS

The Hawk Living Room 2:35pm

Dr Blair makes a striking figure

even in pants from the dirty laundry

— I didn’t get His Jeans dried on time —

so off He went to do a house call

in spotted cargo pants

black leather jacket

& stethoscope in hand

DECEMBER MORNING

The Hawk Outpost 11:08am

I am faced

with a wintry sky

of heavy cloud

The Waves are capped

with white

against the molten grey

of sea

A check of the thermometer

confirms that I am looking

at a configuration

of cold