Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: gold

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

My Canvas Has Not Arrived Yet

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:06pm

Out of the murky darkness

of a stupid little hospiral (typo I will keep) room

almost 22 years ago

I saw what I am inspired

to paint now —

God’s Joke

in brown, gold & pink —

should I stick to the original

or should I go for The Update

or could I use

BOTH PALETTES?

MY ONE OFF

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm

The Meaning Of Life

opened out before

My Eyes

from a pod of brown

cracked with gold

revealing something pink —

God’s Magnificent Joke?

Oh! It’s The Reason

For Schizophrenia

Now I Will Paint It

 BLACK

FUCHSIA

&

SILVER!!!!

TICKET TO WHERE I AM TODAY

The Hawk Western Hallway 7:25pm

The Sun behind The Fog

is a gleaming disc of Gold

Clouds of Sea Mist

blow across

yet The Sun filters through

& tells Me

broadly

that My Shower Of Silver Lights

is My Ticket

SKY

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:30pm

I Spent The Evening

Drenched In Sky

With Flecks Of Cloud

Grey & Gold

Swimming Before Me

Behind My Eyes

VISIBILITY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:53pm

I see a flame

a fly

taking off from a picture frame

He’s in The Light

He’s not the same

scooting Gold within My Sight

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

 

WE ARE THE ALIENS

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

We will travel to distant stars

to walk upon lands of other planets

We will taste food yet un-savoured

& dress in garb yet only dreamed of

We will swim in salted coves

salted by the sweat of billions

We will fly our mini star-packs

through the sea-clouds of air yet formed

We will dance along valleys

& surge forward into night

We will set Our Selves loose

to gallivant with Our New Found Friends

Our New Society Of People

like Us

with Whom We will play

with magical swords

forged from metals more precious

than gold

& with Whom We will die

momentarily

at The Hands

of Lovers Divine

“HEY WESTERN WORLD!!”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:35pm

Did You Know China

is advertising on Chinese Television

for The People — yes, The Chinese

— All 1.3 Billion Of Them —

TO BUY GOLD?!

Why isn’t Our Half Of The World

advertising The Affordable Gold

I call SILVER??  I call

for SILVER  to Shine

on Our Big Black Screens

for less than $22.00 an ounce —

I am screaming for

This Monetary Agent

used in electronics, solar panels

in medicine as

an anti-bacterial agent —

I am screaming for

This Planet’s Adult-hood

East & West

to be refined into The Brilliance

OF THE ELEMENT OF SILVER

Showering Down On All Of Us

Bathing Us In Its Gleaming Purity

Of Knowledge Of Ourselves

As Human Beings

Subject To Tarnish

Object To Polish

and back

again

The Gold-rimmed Journal

The Hawk Window Seat 4:27pm

Today My Black Jesus

Outfit List

inadvertently, but with My Consent

went into The Hands

of A Young Man

in Whom I have My Faith

as An Artist

as A Writer

as A Person

as A Creator

I hope His Acquisition

finds Its Way

into His Future