Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: light

THE BOX

May 9th, Eliza’s Room 9:16pm

My Jewellery Box

is My Star Chamber

all The Jewels are light

I wear Them to deck some parts of Me

abandoned from the sight

of symbolism and metaphor

surrounding My Gifts to Him

The One I dress My Self up for

with rings on every limb

LATE SUN

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:13pm

I went to sleep

how many nights?

in My Summer Child’s Room

in Jordan Bay, Nova Scotia

the oldest child of a single mother

from the sixties —

in that little room at the head of the stairs

I saw The Sun against

My Far Wall

and  I tried to close the curtains

but The Light came in

anyway and I

went to sleep

EYE AM A CONJUROR

Eliza’s Room 9:30pm

I re-lit the night light

in My Daughter’s Bathroom

merely by taking it out of its plug

which apparently wasn’t working —

when I put the plastic fixture back in

EYE had Light

CROSS REFLECTIONS

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:50am

EYE see a shadow

from a neighbour’s barn

with a patch of light

reflected from the picture window

of My Upper Storey —

Yeah, so what

You might say —

but to Me

The Vision

says It All

SINGULAR RAYS

The Hawk X Miss Tree 4:30pm

I am seeing The Breath

of The Universe

play on My Living Room Wall

enchanting Me

by the undulating placement

of light from The Sun

touching My Only Flat Silver Ball

cascading in slow motion

In & Out

GREETING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm

The Moon said Hello

to Me as soon as I looked

He lit up My Clouds

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

http://carloschagall.com/2015/09/11/self-organizing-galaxy-by-joanna-hyde/comment-page-1/#comment-6419

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

MORNING SILVER 3

The Hawk Dining Room 10:11am

Oh My God

The Silver On The Ocean

Is Divine

The Sun Spreads Through The Clouds

& Hits The Water’s Sway

Pulling Me

To The Day I Was Hit

With My Glorious Silver Heights

SEPTEMBER MORNING

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:05am

This Morning’s Light

has blended into The Sky

The Houses on The Beach

are silhouetted against The Sea

The Hedge Row rustles

through My Outpost Window

Our Coffee has been steeped