Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Maria

She is beautifully dark haired —

with Her Orange Blossom

poised above Her Left Ear —

She spoke, She speaks

melodiously into My Right Ear

I hear Her all day

all night:

She is My Woman/Child

SPLIT ROCK SIT

January 15, 2017

The Death Throes of a House

Fly

are very scary indeed —

I picked One up to make

It Die

in My Hand

to Me —

It

did not die —

It wrinkled free

and so I put Him

Down —

I placed Him —

legs — limp with Death

in the corner

of M(EYE)

FROWN

UNTITLED

The Hawk Corner Room approx. 1:40pm

EYE have held

The Most Precious

of Life’s Juice

in M(EYE) Left Palm

& IT was The Colour

of Today’s First Snow

in Antioch Illinois

PAINTINGS BY ASLAM ABOUJAMRA

The Hawk Corner Room 4:10pm

My Prison, My Sanctuary —

what I used to name Dr Blair’s

Big White Castle

where He worked hard and lived hard

for over thirty years —

is delightfully exposed

now, at The Foot of Dr Blair’s Big Brown Bed

here on The Hawk —

The Bed I have finally decked out

with new sheets and new comforter

in blues to go with His Eyes —

The Big Brown Bed in a pea-green room I left

in My Flurried Escape

returned to last night, but just

to sleep —

this morning I took down

The Lee Savage Drawings

facing Us:

A Woman (Lee’s Wife) with just lips

and Its Mate — Lee and Karen’s Open Porch

(on “My Side” of The Bed)

— Now, This Morning, I put up

The Frameless Oils

painted by The Syrian Brother

of One of The Doctors sponsored

by Dr Blair in 1999 —

The Year of Our Fateful Affair

— They’re A Pair of gaily painted

Houses —

The One on the left

is a small white house Dr Jamal Aboujamra

rented from Dr Blair —

and The One on the right

at My Night Time Feet

expressionistic-ally depicts the largest residential building*

in Barrington Passage

no longer owned by My Captor

swirling in brush strokes

of pink, peach and green —

The Giant Cedar

obscures high windows

of The Victorian Rooms

I floundered in

on couches and beds

while Dr Blair worked

in His Attached Office

I lay there and dreamed

on anti-depressants and Olanzapine

and wrote what would turn into

a book of poems

titled “No Bones About It

stored somewhere in the basement

of Our House here on The Hawk

where I have finally found My Self

My Art, and Jesus to boot

in Jethro Tull’s Aqualung

played on The Canadian French Radio

while working on My Secret Painting

here in My Own Little Corner Room

where I am finally free

 

*Dr Blair’s Big White Castle burned down on the same morning in December 2017 I left for Christmas vacation in British Columbia — to spend with His Family and My Kids — without him.

ROYAL RED

The Hawk Well 4:45pm

Royal Red followed Me

through My Sleep

from Whitehorse

to the bottom of My Deepest Well

— through a blackout

@ 2:00 am

which had Me in My PJs

in The Morning Light

looking down

and down

with a bucket

on The Longest Rope

in The World

tipped with bricks

unsuccessfully

until EYE used My Mother’s Method:

drop The Bucket

upside down

straight

and haul up

The Entire Line

of Humanity

YET ANOTHER STAR POEM

The Hawk En-suite Bath 7:55pm

Yes, EYE have counted

The Black Stars

left by M(EYE) Body

against The Whiteness

of The Tub & EYE

Yes I, have de-s(EYE)de-ed

that as Their Number

totals ELEVEN

EYE am in

Good Hands

ACCOMPLISHMENT!!

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:51am

EYE just hit

22 minutes & 22 seconds

on M(EYE) C2

& have come up

to The Hawk Kitchen Outpost

to see M(EYE) Sea

struck in Silver

YAY!!!

“NONE PLANNED”

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 10:11am

Standing firm in My Mrs Blair

grey sweat suit

from LL Bean

I order My Silver

watching The Shimmering Sea

and wearing no rings —

My Hands are naked

for the induction

of M(EYE) PROPHECY

THE YEAR OF THE MONKEY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:38pm

When I saw

My Shower of Silver Lights

I saw The Figure of Christ

across from Me

I saw that Christ

was enmeshed

with The Light

& I cannot

be contained

I cannot be contained

I cannot

be contained

NEWS FLASH

The Hawk Computer 6:04 pm

My Husband, Dr William Hunter Blair, now believes

that My World Trade Center Roof Top Painting from 1984

titled Self Organizing Galaxy

may have given someone the idea

for 9/11

Self Organizing Galaxy by Joanna Hyde