Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: gold

TRANSITION

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm

The Sun Is Setting

to The New South West

sending rays through

layered clouds

— rays that used to fall

on the heads of saints —

now into The Ocean

illuminating the bank in orange-gold

along My Piece of Horizon

MEASUREMENT

Gold is like The Sun

Silver like The Moon

How They’ll Rise Together

We shall see so soon

MORNING CHORES

The Tomato-coloured Couch 10:04am

My Husband feeds The Cats

— We have six —

& I clean out The Kitty Litter

every morning

while The Coffee’s on

I pan for Gold

in The Basement

& when I’m done

I play Aquarius

in My Nude Night Gown

emptying the dehumidifier

so Hunter’s 350  Folio Books

don’t get musty

LET GO

The Hawk Portico 5:55pm

I planned to sit down with My Daughter

to have a talk about Her Future

instead She showed Me Her Purchases

from Frenchy’s — designer 2nd hand —

& lovingly cradled Her Louis Vuitton

brown leather hand bag:

“I’ll never let anything happen

to this —

I’ll have It ’till I die

& I’m not joking”

THIS EVENING

The Hawk Deck 6:50pm

I’d like to paint a picture

of The Skyscape before Me

without the interruption of a single bug:

The Clouds are blue & gold

moving to The South

majestic, cumulus

layered above My Ocean

highlighted by The Sun

setting to The West–

here comes one mosquito

RESTORATIVE VISION

The Hawk Living Room 12:15 pm

I have had an undulating vision —

a purple cave-like opening

dressed in Golden Fray

This moving Mountain-like form

contained not the thought

of The Little Man

but His Essence 

It pulsated at Me

slowly

pushing from behind My Eyes

& returned Him

to Me

THE VALLEY COTTAGE PORCH

I was That Girl

in a red terry tank top

no bra

gold medallion around My Neck

hair piled upon My Head

legs crossed, long & tan

My Saucy Smile

won My Man

I was eighteen there

& piped the dream

“Living In Nova Scotia”

here — now — on My Deck

in My Brand New LL Beans

belted, shirt tucked in

breasts in place

expecting Peak

& Hunter & maybe Eliza

for Nachos

THE SHOWER

I turned on The Water

in what’s called Eliza’s Shower

& unbuttoned My LL Bean Rose Striped Linen Shirt

in The Mirror, Eliza’s Mirror

& took off My Grey Capris

which I have to throw out

because My Husband told Me

They go up The Crack of My Butt

I took off My Underwear

& tossed It in Eliza’s Laundry Basket

I took off My Unwieldy Bra

& hung It on a doorknob

How Long Is This Poem Going To Be?

I looked at My Body’s Profile

& decided if I look fat

I am probably about to get My Period

I stepped in behind The Curtain

The Stall was dirty

I put cleanser on a cleaning rag

I cleaned while The Spray was on Me

& rinsed The Tub

My Hair Was Wet

I squeezed out some Nizoral

Red In My Left Hand

& lathered My Hair

The Directions advise to leave It in

for 3-5 minutes

so I stepped back out

to look at My Watch

It told Me I was in The Twenty-second minute

OH!  That’s When I Cleaned The Tub!

I cleaned The Tub & then Me

& rinsed My Hair

& got out

I towelled off in a clean towel

& took My Clothes

back to My Room

to put on Different Clothes

& Do You Know What I Put On?

I put on Black Underwear

My Black Push-up Bra

Black LL Bean Capris w/ Comfort Waist

Black Tank

Silver Earrings

Wedding Rings

Quartz Crystal & Diamond Question Mark Ring

& My Ladies Bulova Open-heart Watch

I bought for My Self

SILVER SERMON

I HAVE POLISHED MY SILVER TORCH

Join Me In My Fundamental Guidance

–Yes, There Is God

No, We Are Not Dying–

We are Self Organizing

re-distributing Our Wealth

in All Forms:

Our Wealth of Individuality

Our Wealth of Spirituality

Our Wealth of Divine Intelligence

& Our Every-day Intelligence

We are going somewhere

& that Place is

The Here & Now

Join Me In My Fundamental Guidance

–You need not be “saved”

You, We, Need To Be Applauded–

Applaud Us, Ourselves

We Are The Ones Who Are Praise-worthy

God is Our Audience

Yet God is Our Substance

Our Flesh & Blood

Our Brains

Our Mind

The Silver Torch Is Lit

for Us

The Inseparable

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SILVER

and anything associated with it