March 31st, 2014 Valley Regional Hospital, NS 5:32pm
Just let Me set here awhile
& let it all soak in —
let Me look at the mesh of the curtain
& remember The Flashes —
let Me hear My Mother-in-law breathing
under a heated blanket
& I will set & tell You
The Story with
no
end
The Hawk Corner Room 10:43am
I have to write
as if My Life depended on it —
I have to write
as I watch The Silver Streaks
out on the ocean
move from singular lines
to eye-splitting patches
taking over
the murky darker grey
The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:15pm
That Shower Of Silver Lights
My Shower
cleansed Me not of sin
but of all Darkness
ensuing from that stultifying depression
which was Its inevitable outcome —
I see Its Silver still
on The Ocean
I see It in My Daily Shower
I carry Its Light
free of burden
and transpose It
into
My Own Personal
Effulgence
The Hawk Dining Room 8:56am
I am awakened by a heavenly sky
framed within the arched window
of My Dining Room
The Light cuts through
the cracks of cloud
to re-create striking fields
of Grandest Streaks
reaching diagonally over The Water
illuminating Its Stretch
The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:20pm
The Fall Of Joanna Gilman Hyde
Has Been My Greatest Climb
I’ve Found The Words I’ve Needed To Use
& Boy I’ve Made Them Chime
note: Death of Mother, Elizabeth Walden Hyde, March 27th, 1993
The Hawk Queen Bed 9:50am
My Word! I have caught a glimpse
of Silver Streaks
out on the grey ocean breaking
the colour of the new snow sky
— They were very brief — The Streaks
but I saw Them
& They glinted
for Our Second Cup
of Coffee
The Hawk Living Room 2:25pm
I hit the walls
square on
big bright screens
held Me, emblazoned
into the next century
and the next
on into the glorious replay
of The Shower Of Silver Lights
immortalized
The Hawk Living Room 2:28pm
I never felt the loss of My Mother
says My 2nd Husband —
He’s a Doctor — He should know —
and Yes, I admit it —
I told My Self when She was diagnosed
with Her Killer Brain Tumour —
I declared to My Self
“I will never feel The Pain –”
I swore it
and had only one session of tears
two months before She died
That was It — unless You want to count
The Shower Of Silver Lights
which cracked over Me
four days after My Mother died
leaving Me in a departed way
The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:45pm
I AM NOT AN ARTIST
WRITING IN FEROCITY
I AM SICK OF WAITING
ON THIS CUSP OF CHAOS
I AM ONE HUMAN BEING
CAUGHT
IN THE NET OF SELECTIVE
MIND WORKS
CONVEYED AS ART/POETRY
BUT THAT IS NOT
WHO I AM
I AM PUSHING OUT
THE MADE-UP PERSONAE
OF BLACK JESUS, SILVER CHRIST, THE ANTI-CHRIST
I AM DENYING GOD
HAVING A HOLD ON ME
I was just an innocent girl
when The Shower of Lights
befell Me
I thought They were from God
Well, I have news
BIG NEWS —
THEY WERE FROM MY MIND
MY MIND CREATED THEM —
I CREATED THE NOTION OF GOD
IN MY MIND
MY MIND IS GREATER THAN GOD
God is a pee wee
Joanna Gilman Hyde 