Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: nature

And Joy Division Played ATMOSPHERE

The Head of Hawk Point Road 3:22pm

I have been chasing

down The Sky

along Hawk Point Road

I saw It fall

to The Ocean

in snowy squalls

I got back in My Car

& drove to The Head

where sun rays burst through

above a frayed Canadian Flag

blowing over a contemporary

grave yard

MILLION DOLLAR MORNING

The Hawk Dining Room 10:00am

How many times can I write

of The Silver Streaks

replicated from My Head

across My Newest Ocean?

A Million Times for I have

found a thousand opportunities

inside a game

which can only go

up

PREMISE ON “MENTAL ILLNESS”

There is no such “thing” as “mental illness.”  There is no true illness which can be said to be entirely “mental” unless it is derived from an organic source such as a brain tumour.  There are no physical attributes in the human body which can point to this description.  There is no pre-determining test for “mental illness.”  The psychiatric diagnosis used to determine the supposed state of “mental illness” is opinion-based at best, and most often this opinion is not shared by the individual in question.  At worst this opinion is often shared by family members, friends, and society as a whole, creating a kind of trap or “Catch 22” for the individual.

What we see when we attempt to use this stigmatizing and false description of “mental illness” is an array of human self expression which may be affected by, or resulting from, changes in environment, sleep patterns, physical activity, thought, perception, interaction with others, or any conglomeration of naturally occurring factors which can and do affect all of us as human beings.

We are variable and complex.  To lump any of us into “categories” of “mental illness” is a grave disservice to humanity.

 

Written by Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair

MORNING VIGIL

The Hawk Dining Room 9:06am

The Silver Glare

off The Sea

leaks into My Eyes

It makes Me thirsty

to watch It so

I’ll drink My Glass

marked “LIFE”

Then Under A Rosy Nebula

The Hawk Outpost 5:08pm

My View of The Ocean

rises unadorned

but for the faint swath of pink

from The Sun behind Me

having set, earlier

than before

FORESEEN

The Hawk Outpost 10:25am

The Birds on the wire

know not

the chaos to come

in human terms

Let Nature be spelled

& All Birds

sanctified

MIGHTY MORNING

The Hawk Dining Room 9:30am

The Morning Glare

off My Ocean

fills My Room

with liquid light

I glimpse My Self

in My Mother’s Mirror

to catch That Figure

of foreseeable might

SPOKEN

The Hawk Dining Room 9:55am

The Silver Clouds

beam across the sky

leaving Their Mark upon The Sea

The Sea is steel now

The Clouds heavy

with The Weight

of My Life-line

SEA-CHANGE

The Hawk Outpost 10:15am

I have risen to The Gleam Of Silver

aeons in the making

having set Its High

& clung to It

I will witness The World’s

turn-around

from the light of gold

to The Shower Of Silver —

from the day of the yellow metal

to The Night of The White

A PAIR OF DEER

The Hawk Outpost 3:55pm

My Announcement for Today

is The Sudden Sighting

of two does

grazing in My Back Yard

while I prepared

pasta salad

& looked at the grey-laden

sky