Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: poetry

November 25, 2012

THE CRYING DREAM

The Hawk Kitchen 5:20am

I just woke from a crystal dream

of watching an elderly Bride

through a car window —

Hunter was with Me in the car —

The Bride was sitting, waiting

in a white wool knitted cap

there was a sign next to Her:

“Wedding Today”

She had smudged fuchsia lipstick

& and black hair beneath Her cap

but She was OLD

–

Her elderly Groom came to Her Right Side

holding a Single Black Rose

with a little brown bird ornament

which He offered to pin on His Bride

She hesitated but was glad to receive It

I watched & I cried

I cried

& cried

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November 24, 2012

FROM THE TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 6:48pm

The Death of My Mother was the most forceful

Event of My Life

I believe I have recovered

& will not write many more

Dead Mother Poems.

I am planning My New Floor Covering instead

My Husband is up from His Nap

& We’re eating stuffed chicken

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November 24, 2012

REPLACED

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:20am

Those long black hours

twenty years ago waiting

for My Mother to die

have been replaced

by coffee in The Morning

with My Second Husband

& a carpenter’s quote

for His Library downstairs

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November 23, 2012

BLACK FRIDAY

The Hawk West Desk Window 9:45pm

Today I have a deal

to sell My Mother’s Grave

That Place She Loved So Dear

is going off to a professional couple

with twelve children

between Them

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November 23, 2012

DRESSED

The Hawk Portico 11:40am

Black Space Kicks /Black Socks

LLBean Ladies Jeans reg. 8

Black Underwear /Push Up Joe Fresh Bra

Black Tan Jay Top  w/applied glitter

3 Silver Chain Bangles /worn left

Wedding /Engagement Diamond Rings /worn left

Quartz Crystal /Diamond Question Mark Ring /worn right

Open Heart Bulova Watch /worn right

Silver Hoop Earrings

Serengeti Eyewear

What’s Happening Now?

Gold & Silver are going Vertical

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November 23, 2012

CHOPPING BLOCK

The Hawk Hallway 9:00am

Today is a beautiful day

for selling an island property

& Hunter awoke with a dream

of David Wilson going sailing

–

The Hawk Portico 10:30am

Today is Black Friday

& I’ve got an island property

on The Chopping Block

My Realtor is going out to Mc Nutt’s

@ 2 o’clock this sunny high tide

with a prospective buyer from Maine

who’s made His Offer

& paid His Deposit —

He Just Has To See It

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November 21, 2012

THE HAWK WEST DESK WINDOW 6:55pm

I am casting off My Mother’s Houses

I just opened the cupboard door under the sink

here at The Hawk

to dry My Hands on a non-existent towel there

thinking I was in The Shakespeare House

momentarily

but I’m not — that House

went in September 2011

& I am left with The Island

ready to go at the full asking price

by This Friday —

how many dish towel memories

do I have there?

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November 20, 2012

THE OFFER

The Hawk West Desk Window 8:00am

There’s a Picture somewhere

of My Mother’s outboard The Molly

resting at anchor in a pool of faded pink

It must be down in the basement

here at The Hawk

what will I think

when I see It again?

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November 18, 2012

THE GALACTIC TOMATO-COLOURED COUCH 5:35pm

There’s A Galaxy

on My Living Room Window Pane

It sits before an old sunset

tantalizing Me by Its Size:

on What Scale is It as Large

as The Galaxies in Space?

on the bacterial level

or the molecular level

or the neutron, proton, electron level?

Or smaller still?

–

Will I ever know The Difference

or is there no difference —

Is It All Relative?

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November 18, 2012

THE DOOR POEM

The Hawk Portico 2:53pm

I Open Doors

I Close Doors

I Open Another Door

I Close That Door

I Am An Owner of Cats

composed by WHB

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