Written Last Night
The Image of Black
is receding
I have lost My Jet Black Beads given to Me by My Mother
given to My Star Dust Lover
of another era
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The Image of Black
is receding
I have lost My Jet Black Beads given to Me by My Mother
given to My Star Dust Lover
of another era
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm
After unpacking the 3-day weekend contents
of My 20 Million Meter Sports Bag
used for the first time
I put on an orange plastic
Party Bracelet
packed but never worn
and watched It make rainbows
on the toilet seat cover
when I threw away
a clump of cat hair
The Hawk Utility Room 9:05pm
I sit before My Latest Painting
starting out as M(EYE) BODY
but quickly seen out
as Aquatic Foliage —
I’m wearing My most expensive earrings
which, earlier today, caught fire
in The Hawk Living Room
when I observed a filament cluster
of cat hair floating mid air
in a beam of sun from The Sky Light —
as I bent to grasp
and missed
The Illuminated Galaxy,
sparks ignited on The Floor —
M(EYE) Precious Grounding Floor —
as I glinted rays dangling from M(EYE) Lobes
all around
and down below
Clark’s Harbour Red & White 6:00pm
I just ordered a sodalite ring
to make Me feel better
It’s coming next week
when I will have begun
My Concept 2 March Madness Challenge
when I will be rowing
10,000 metres a day
for the muddy month of March
& I will earn
My Power Ring
& I will wear It
proudly
Sobey’s Parking Lot, Barrington Passage, NS 11:27am
I am going half-naked
into The Night — dressed
in My Lace Black Bra
& Eliza’s thong
with only one piece
of jewellery on My Ring Finger
& My Trusty Watch
upon My Right Wrist
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:22am
I am heart-broken
I have lost
My Mother’s Amber Beads
I kept Them in My Closet
with other necklaces
but for yesterday’s Dinner
I could not find Them
when last I wore Their Rich Glassy Orange
could the string have broken
& I not have known?
February 19th, 2016 Found Them! Found Them in My Closet after hanging up a spiral necklace I wore today to see My New Psychiatrist. I saw My Mother’s Amber Beads dangling from an unworn fringy purse My Daughter gave Me, and called the discovery a miracle!
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:35pm
I lost a hand-made earring
in the sands of My Mother’s Island
I lost a hand-made sunset ring
in the waves of the Jersey Shore
Both coincided with boyfriends
of My Youth
One Whose name I don’t remember
& One I hope to see again
now in Middle Age
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm
I have had a love affair
with a diamond ring —
well, with its Inclusion —
I nestled It, The Pale Arrow
in the crook of My Arm
for weeks it seemed
until today when I put it, the ring
back in its blue box
for that day
when I need again
to feel perfection
symbolized in The Distorted Gleam
Joanna Gilman Hyde 