The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm
He & I are Black Jesus
crawling out of The Depths
of filth & squalor
out of Lies & Untruths
clawing Our Way Out
of The World Today, Tonight
into The Sublime
of misunderstood Union
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:56pm
I am The Little Girl —
stomach stuffed with Dipped Digestives
& Ginger Snaps
–
I am The Filthy Crow —
crazed & caged above A Cathedral-ceilinged
Living Room
–
I am The Entity Within —
pulsating to life
alerting My Gut, & so Me
to the impossibility
of Reconciliation
The Hawk Living Room 9:05am
The Sun is white hot
this morning
with Its Silver Blazing
over the water
The Crows are in an uproar
waves of Starlings are matting Our Lawn
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:55pm
White Trucks are mechanical Angels of Mercy
I saw One driving out of the polling station today
after voting for My Liberal MLA
(Member of The Provincial Legislative Assembly)
Whom My Husband says is Pro-Life
The Hawk Deck 4:11pm
If My Book were near Me
would I write?
Yes, I’ll go get It
& bring It outside
I thought, earlier
to write a poem titled
“What Is Depression?”
but all I could come up with
is It’s The Opposite
of what My Life is now —
One of fulfilment, contentment
& Big Ideas
to ground The Rest of The World
into Balance
Grey if You like
in This Time of Black & White
I represent The Reconciliation
of Opposites
I can Speak
if You Dare To Listen
I can Point
if You Dare To Open
Your Eyes
though I will not blind You
with My Brilliance –
I will fortify You
with Your Own
What Could We Accomplish
Out There
in Our Brave Wide World –
would You allow Me
to become a Child again –
with The Child’s brazen curiosity?
Could You, Would You
dress Me in Silver –
Dazzling Grey –
or shall I stay
in My Thick Grey Robe?
I’m sitting on My neutral sofa
with The Atlantic Ocean & Open Sky
both Grey Today
along My Right
& You, All of You –
to My Left
Joanna Hyde
New Year’s Day 2012 The Hawk
“Good Morning, World!”
and to the rest of you
that are still asleep –
This Is Your Mother
Speaking:
It’s Time To Go To School
and I mean
REAL SCHOOL –
It’s Time To Go
BACK to Your
Kitchens, Women, &
cook for Your
decreasing Families,
It’s Time, Children, To Get On
The Bus of Human Intelligence
for Our Fight:
The Fight of Our Lives
as Human Beings on
This Planet –
for That is
All We Are — We
are Human &
We are God –
& We Cannot Continue
as We have been
for however many
thousands or millions of
years.
This is Your MOTHER
SPEAKING — CRYING
For You, My Children,
to Stop Killing
Yourselves
through Your Own
desperation, &
stupidity –
I Love You All
Dearly
& without You I
would
Die!”
“WAKE UP WORLD &
smell The Coffee –
drink that Tim Horton’s
& Think of Me.
Watch This Television
until You are Blue
in The Face,
which is MY
FACE –
You have desecrated
Me with
Your naivety, Your
revulsion & Mine,
for You & Me &
Now –
I can no longer look
My Self in The Face
& Smile
Because of YOU
(red star, red star)
October 1st, 2010 THE HAWK
continued from Diary:
I AM THE RED STAR –
I AM THE ALERT BUTTON
on Your Car
remote
Listen to Me — You are
All I Have Left
here,
& here is the Only Place
We know of
which sustains us, somewhat,
& which sustains Me,
Your Guiding Star
Your Furious Mother –
and Who was My Furious
Mother, You may ask?
She is Dead Now & Somewhere
out There, Haunting Me
as I am aiming now to
Haunt You,
& Haunt You I Will,
Until You Turn Around,
with The Earth,
with The Light of Our
Yellow Star –
Soon To Turn Red.
I am speaking to You from
This Black Box, This Hole
But I Can See You,
like The Romper Room Lady –
I am Magic, if You
believe in Magic
– and I feel You must
believe in Something –
There is The Divine, for
I have felt Its Wrath –
There is God, for I have
been beaten down by Him,
now, into this heaving mass
of Human Organism
which rises up before You,
to Speak to You
from The Device I Loathe:
The Device of Corruption, Greed,
Sloth, & Desire.
Yes, I Desire You,
I Desire That You Wake Up
to Hear Me, That You
Wake Up to Feel Me, For
What Am I To You But
All That Is Left of
possible salvation?
I am Your Mother & My
Mother before Me, & Her Mother,
& My Father’s Mother & Her
Mother — I AM ALL MOTHERS
I Speak For The Salvation
of The Children of God
WHO MUST NOW, FINALLY,
GROW UP
*
The Hawk West Desk Window 10:55am
I am here to demonstrate
The Massive Capacity
of Our Human Intellect
born out of turmoil & strife
histories of flood & famine
long lines of creativity & invention
religious conflict
–
Out of All This Rises
A New Awareness
of
The Sacred Self
The Emergence
of
Our
New
World
View
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:10pm
Once there was a little girl
whose mother died from a brain tumour
& the little girl didn’t sleep for four days
On the fourth day, March 31st 1993
the little girl looked for a sign
that she was going to be al-right
& the phone rang —
a nurse from the hospital was calling
to see if the little girl was al-right
& when the little girl said:
“DoDo, I Don’t Know How I Am”
The Nurse said She Would Come Right Over
The Little Girl hung up the phone
& went into Her Mother’s Kitchen
(but She doesn’t remember why)
whereupon She was struck
with the realization of an all-knowing
all-seeing Presence
She didn’t know what had just happened
so She went back to the daybed
where She had been trying to sleep
& as She sat, was sitting
The Cathedral Ceiling above
suddenly filled with Silver Streaks
of Light
Showering Down Upon Her
as She Cried Out
“Oh My God!
OH MY GOD!
OH MY GOD!”
The Hawk Kitchen 6:30pm
The Clouds Along The Eastern Horizon
are light, light cream and blue
with a darker bank, fog-like, above
Meanwhile, to The West
The Horizontal Clouds Are Dark Blue
with white, feathery banking
highlighted
by a hidden sun
–
I look from East To West
and back again
and watch the tricky play of light
unfolding off
a day of rain
Joanna Gilman Hyde 