Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Silver

SILVER EXPLOSION

The Hawk Window Seat 7:59pm

I am in the pose

of relaxed readiness

standing in My Kitchen

against the running dishwasher

I am leaning on My Right Hand

Right Ankle crossed

over Left

“Don’t be impatient”

“Don’t be impatient”

WORTH

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:11pm

I am dripping in Diamonds

oozing Gold from every pore

radiating Silver with My widest reach

My Words carry

My Weight

When I die

I will be entombed

with

My Endless Scrawl

at

My

Feet

FOR NOW

The Hawk West Desk Window 2:22pm

I have given up, for now

My Old Silver Towel

in-which I buried My Face

My Darkest Secrets

to smell instead

The Comfort Of Clean Gold —

My New Robe

Of Contentment

SILVER CLOUDS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:28pm

The Evening Clouds

Are Heavy Silver

— everything comes to silver —

Moving From The Still-luminous West

Overhead As I Sit On The End

Of My Tomato-Coloured Couch

Savouring The Portrait

I Am Making

Of My Sky

SILVER OCEAN

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

OH LIGHT!

The Hawk Bedroom 3:20pm

I See The Light

Glinting Off

That Christmas Ocean

Silver In Its Force

Radiating Through Our Southern Window

Blanketing The Bed

Of My Sleeping Husband

I AM THE FIGURATIVE CHRIST

The Tomato-coloured Couch 1:22pm

Dressed in My Silver Robe

I have Windexed My Dining Room

Table

to lay My Self out

drawn & quartered

for The Sake Of Humanity —

I was born out of Desolation, Depression

Death

to arrive at This Juncture

between the last Two Thousand Years

& the next

THE WRITER

The Hawk Kitchen 2:30pm

I Am The Mystic

Dressed In Green On Green

Silver Medallion On My Chest

Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring Off

to take out the trash

I Am The Spiritualist

I Am The Occultist

I Am The Seer

Writing With My Silver/Onyx Pen

Quartz Crystal Question Mark Ring On

My Mother’s Random House Dictionary Of The English Language

Unabridged Edition Open

To “Myself”

DEATH OF A GRANDFATHER

The Hawk Dining Room 9:26pm

The Sky Is Leaded Silver

The Ocean Molten

After The First Snowfall

Of Any Import

My Car Is Facing East

To Melt The Remainder

Of What I’ve Brushed

Ready To Go Mail

My Son’s Birthday Card

LARGER THAN LIFE

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