Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: gold

YOUR HAND

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:22pm

Your Hand upon My Forearm

— My Left —

is like a caress of Gold

but Silver

I must have

The Light Of The Night

Let Me Go

into Tarnished Darkness

for I am certain

not to be alone

There

RELIGIOUS FIGURE

The Hawk Deck 11:00am

I have turned into

a religious figure

dressed in purple robe

& sun hat

holding My mauve & gold

Journal

on My Knee

I hear the birds

a lawn mower

& write

of The Solace

I seek for Others

Who may share

My View

of The Internal God

RECTITUDE

The Hawk Deck 9:32am

I have seen The Little Grey & Yellow Bird

open Its Beak, twice,

to sing Its Morning Tune

to fly away

& return

to chirp again

and so all is right

in My World

My Painting will lead The Way

to The Global Stabilization

We are awaiting

in Our Hearts

& Mind

WHAT’S HAPPENING

The Hawk Queen Bed 10:00pm

I Know What

is going to happen

I Know What

is happening

I Know What is Going

to happen

I Know What

is happening

(arms bent up & out to the sides

head facing up)

We Are Ushering

in a new era

We Are Ushering In

The New Age

THE FIRST DRINK

The Hawk Kitchen 7:50pm

I have drunk My First Beverage

W–A–T–E–R

from My Chalice Divine

standing before My Dramatic Sky

of heavy mauve cloud

& Illuminated Gull

reaching around

to the sea-view

SILVER SLUMP

Barrington Passage, NS 2:22pm

I’m sitting in a Doctor’s Office

One of The Safest Places

in The World

or is It?

Here I am given a little green pill

to ward off anxiety

about The World at Large

I have had My Talk

& My Walk

but continue to feel

a shadow

of uneasiness

ARTIST ALERT

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:45pm

Look Out Children

‘cuz here I come

to colour Your World

in Pink & Gold

from Horizon to Horizon

I’m here to show You

True Blue

the ancient cauldrons

of desire

for leadership

of decades

aeons

 

AQUIRING SIGNAL

The Hawk Living Room 3:30pm

hook Me up

to My Members of Silver & Gold

My Robotic Arms

of The West

to carry Your Instruction

when a Reshma Begum emerges

in Pink & Violet —

tell Me what to say:

Say It, Damn It, Say It —

why has It taken the deaths

of one thousand, one hundred

Eastern Garment Workers

to force a call

to God?

TRANSMOGRIFICATION

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

No Body’s gonna transmogrify

My Telepathic Vision —

My Vision of two illuminated figures

spinning in phosphorescence

by a dappled stream bed

No Body’s gonna transmogrify Them into The Urban Setting

traced over by two metallic animated robots

reaching for One Another

spinning on a unifying

pole

in

The Vertical

Landscape

of

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City

SPINNING IN PHOSPHORESCENCE

The Hawk Living Room 6:11pm

I tried to watch The Video

of The New Survivor

from Bangladesh

but a Lexus Commercial

kept coming on

I tried & tried

but all I kept seeing

were a pair of humanoid mannequins

controlled by little people

who allowed the dolls

one silver (male)

one gold (female)

to meet