Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: nova scotia poet

FORK, KNIFE, NAPKIN

The Hawk Dining Room 6:22pm

I Am Setting The Table

for 2

coming out of disaster

to abide Together

after the flack & flap

subside —

I Am Setting The Table

for The Feast Of Love

& no one is invited —

or is The World?

CLOUD DROP

The Hawk Outpost 9:18am

The Clouds are the softest

linear clouds

over a puff of fog

The Sun

is behind it all,

glowing Silver

and dripping on —

Oh here come

The Silver Clouds

and now The Fog

has moved in

and caught

The Drops

of Sky

MY WORLD

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45pm

My World’s Mind

is Seven Billion Strong

and with all that came before

and all that are still to come

My World’s Body

has Infinite Might

INTERCHANGEABLE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:30pm

I Am In The Grip

Of My Reality

Whereby I Will Live Forever

In My World’s Mind

 In The Process

Of Creating

EXISTENCE 2

The Hawk Deck 10:50am

Since March 31, 1993

I have been in a perpetual state

of Illumination

broken only by the depression

yet even then I retained the memory

of The Shower Of Silver Lights

which follow Me religiously

as I follow Them

to where I am Today

sitting in My Red Deck Chair

in the calm of early Autumn

under The Halo

of Our Existence

shining through a murky sky

STILL MORNING

The Hawk Deck 9:44am

Oh — there’s a rainbow

ring around the sun right now

My World has a halo

It Matters Not

The Hawk Deck 8:07am

It matters not that

Eye Am Human

It matters not that

Eye Am God

In love w/ All

M(eye) Sea

in molten Silver

& dewy trees

& grass so wet

Eye just let out

a cat

HERE I GO!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:11pm

I wanna start A Cult —

not the kind where the leader

drives 14 Rolls Royces

or where the leader talks

500 people into drinking poisoned Kool-aid

I wanna be the kind of leader

I already am —

54 years in the making —

a slice of human growth

out of two wedges

of eternity —

Mine is The Cult

of Clear Thinking

’cause I will never say

there is no such thing

as Divinity

My Cult is not a clubhouse

My Cult lives for Humanity

as God, merely God

as I understand no separation

Move Over Allah & Christ —

a woman named Joanna Gilman Hyde

is on the scene

to speak Her Mind

Her Human Mind

which speaks for God —

Is Anyone Listening?

SECURITY

The Hawk Deck 10:45am

I waved Good-Bye

to My Working Husband

as He pulled out of Our Drive

I glanced across

My Left Shoulder

& saw how I survive

I saw The Silver

across The Sea

& knew It in a flash

I have all I’ll ever need

Forever I Will Last

October 22, 1993

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:25pm

To Dr David Hamilton Wilson

over the telephone from My Hospital Room

by His prescription:

“I have so many thoughts coming in —

even one for a new religion

based on The Joanna Hyde School of Thought:

Believe In Your Self FIRST

THEN Believe In God”

“Some People will accept

Your Ideas

Some People Won’t”