Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: outdoors

THE HAWK DECK 11:37am

When I was a Child

I decided to be an Artist

so I could paint paintings

to hang in My Own House —

I would have My Own Art

surrounding Me as I have now

with The Sea, The Sky & Sounds of Birds

–

I am wearing My Purple Robe

out on The Deck on a grey day —

dry & still — I hear The Waves

& drink My Tea

thinking of My Full Self

& The Flies that buzz

around Me

THE HAWK PORTICO 6:15pm

I see My Neighbour’s Flag

luffing in the nil wind

smack-dab on the horizon

grey mixed with sky grey

–

It’s still hear-here

I hear The Waves

& birdsong in the distance

The Flag luffs

back & forth

My Daughter comes downstairs

brushing Her Teeth

before getting picked up

in a big black pick-up truck

I LOVE MY HOUSE

The Hawk Kitchen 9:22am

I Love My House

I am private here

public when I wanna be

I can have rye toast & marmalade

when Eliza takes the last banana

I can hang laundry in The Sun

& keep My Bathrobe on

THE RAINBOW POEM

The Hawk Deck 6:55pm

I looked for a rainbow today —

the conditions seemed ripe for one —

all I got to see

was a pink sky in The East

after supper

a grey sky & salmon clouds

I wondered if I

might be in one

THE HAWK DINING ROOM 5:30pm

Two Fall Leaves

make like Butterflies

across My Neighbour’s Lawn

Where Did They Come From?

He’s got the only deciduous tree

around Here

& It hasn’t turned

Yet

THE HAWK PORTICO 5:55pm

Out Beyond My Neighbour’s Flagpole

I See An Individual Wave Cresting

I See It Before I Hear It

& Then In The Calm

It Rolls My Way

BOTTLE BLUE BUG

The Hawk Deck 1:45pm

Bottle Blue Bug

have You come

to visit Me?

–

Bottle Blue Bug

Where are You going?

What do You see?

–

Bottle Blue Bug

what makes You so bold?

Bottle Blue Bug

what TRUTH do You hold?

 

TRANS PONDER 22

The Hawk Deck 9:00am

I See A Spider Web

Side On

It Is Galactic

The Spider In The Centre

Is Female

n’est ce pas?

MY 200TH POST

The Hawk Deck 6:42pm

What is It that makes A Poem?

Is It the induction of waves

louder now than usual —

or is It a lost conversation

with a Siamese cat named Moulan

(Who seemed to be listening too)

or is It a reminder

when eating canned peaches

that I made a giant sculpture once

“Peaches & Blades”

going floor to ceiling

filling the lobby of Cooper Union’s 4th floor?

Is this A Poem?

CONNECTION

The Hawk Living Room 4:35pm

I wrote a poem

in the 3rd grade

inspired by the movie

“Ring Of Bright Water”

which was the only movie

I had seen besides

“The Sound Of Music”

— The Poem hasn’t survived

but I remember being captivated

by The Sparkles In The Sun

to write My Last Line:

“for the beautiful scene had just begun”