Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: nova scotia poet

MY FIRST ART TEACHERS

The Hawk Family Room 7:00pm

My Elementary Art Teacher

Miss Fabian

was little & wore tight sweaters

Her Hair was Black

She wore Black Pants

& told Me Artists usually stand

to do Their work

I don’t remember My Intermediate Teacher

but I made a giant bobby pin

& won an art certificate

at the end of Sixth Grade

My High School Art Teachers

were Miss Cotterall, little & blond

Who taught Me the basics

of Jewellery Making —

Miss Hues —

She was dark-skinned

& I painted a water-colour portrait

of Her in a patch-work skirt —

Mr McDowell

was the Track Coach

Who later told Me He was proud

to have contributed in some small way

to My Success

Self Organizing Galaxy

MARCH 6th 2013

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:11pm

In a dim-lit windowless room

of Planned Parenthood

I must have signed My Life

away —

I say Must

because I do not remember

The Signature —

I say Life

because It was

Mine

HUNTER’S ATTITUDE

The Hawk Family Room 7:42pm

Hunter’s Attitude in His Computer Chair

is all about Diagonals

— How His Right Arm extends to His Mouse

How His Left Leg Crosses Right

How His Thick-haired Head leans

to His Left

Oh — He Straightens Up

when I announce I’m writing

about Him

NINE CANADA GEESE

The Hawk Corner Room 4:34pm

I just watched 9 Canada Geese

flying North

past My Picture Window —

I’m such a novice birdwatcher

I could only tell They were Geese

by Their Long Necks

(at least I had the sense to count Them)

CRYSTALLIZED

The Hawk Corner Room 4:00pm

My Childhood Easter Egg

with Its Cellophane Window

Its Interior Hills of Sugar & Paper Bunnies

has opened out in My Adult View

through My Eastern Picture Window

to encompass Our Frosty Shoreline

7 Little Houses

& a School Bus Threading

Its way through Roadside Scrub Spruce

AT HOME

The Hawk Corner Room 9:38pm

I Am Not In The Yarmouth Psychiatric Unit

making cup after cup of tea

I Am In My Home

Trapped By Carpenters

Flooring Guys

& A Husband Who May Come Home

Early

THE SOCIETY OF CARPENTERS

The Hawk Corner Room 2:58pm

In Our Society of Carpenters

Our Chorus

One Voice Rings Out Above

The Others:

That of Ray

a petite crack-filler/painter

with “Christ Is The Answer”

on the front of His Little Red Truck —

and a handicap plate on the back

He says He was raised in an Ontario Orphanage

He ran away when He was fifteen

and somewhere on the way to Nova Scotia

along with His North Ontario French Accent

He developed The Sunniest of Dispositions

THE UNLEASHED GREAT DANE

The Hawk Corner Room 5:50pm

Olivia sprang from Her Cord

& headed for both neighbours

on one side of the road

& then the other

where She met The Woods

& Her Owner had to take off

in one maroon vehicle

in nebulous pursuit —

She’s not back yet

but I have to get My Supper —

 

AERIAL VIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 5:00pm

I Own The Perfect View:

180 Degrees, Panoramic

Lined With Ocean & Treetops & Sky

Rocky Shore, Extension of Rolling Surf —

It Is My Haven, My Refuge

I Can Sit Before My Aerial View

For Hours

& Not Wish I Were Anywhere Else

 

NOON VIEW

The Hawk Corner Room 11:34am

Today I Saw The Thinnest Line of Birds

Flying North

I Watched Them ‘Till They Vanished

And Lateral Clouds With Single Gulls

Took Over