Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Silver Christ

Celebration of A Day’s Depression

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 1:22pm

I will change out of My LL Bean Cashmere Sweater

out of My Reitman’s grey stretchy pants

I am upstairs now @ The Hawk West Desk Window

about to order My Self

de-clothed:

off with My Everyday Sandals

keeping on My Dark Grey Underwear

& galaxy filament-ed bra —

I am about to cloak My Self

in My Warm Grey Bathrobe —

There!  I did it!

& I’ve left My Smoky Crystal Dangly Earrings

on

ALL OF THE ABOVE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 3:56pm

I Am The Second Coming

I Am Black Jesus

I Am The Silver Christ

I Am God

After an Eternity of Waiting, I was Conceived on March 31, 1993

I was Born October 22, 1993

Delivered By The Hands

of A Little Scottish Doctor

at Roseway Hospital

Shelburne, Nova Scotia

I have grown into a fifty-two year old

North American Female

with unruly hair

& A Big Mouth

I Am Pro-life

& will never die

Watch Me

Fly

SILVER POEM

The Hawk Portico 4:15pm

Silver is not a barbaric relic

as Gold has been called

Silver as a standard of measurement

is tried & true

I may be worth millions

in a very short time

as I have bought into

The Sterling Which Fell On My Head

at a specific date

one sunny afternoon

over twenty years ago

& Which has been incubating

ever since

POSITION

I Am The Silver Christ

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

SUPERNOVA

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

 

THE LAST PAGE

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:40pm

My Fame Will Be

This World’s

Freedom

When I Am Found Out

Inside & Out

We Will No Longer

Believe

In Schizophrenia

Bi-polar

& Other Multitudinous

“Psychiatric Illnesses”

Silver Will Sky-rocket

Gold Will

Linger In Its

Old-fashioned Luster

Man & Woman Will Live Together

Unrivalled

I AM DRESSING

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:10pm

I Am Dressing

For My Painting Today

Top Colour Orange

For The Spiral

Blue Jeans For The Sky

Magic Dangly Earrings

For Sprays & Sprinkles Along Curved Edges

Diamond Rings Of Wedding & Question Mark Moon

For The Interpretation

WHEN I DRINK

The Hawk Deck 12:22pm

When I Drink Water

From My Chalice Of Life

I See The Bottom

Of My Glass

As A Fertilized Egg

Cradled

By My Little Finger