Joanna Gilman Hyde

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Tag: Silver

MEASUREMENT

Gold is like The Sun

Silver like The Moon

How They’ll Rise Together

We shall see so soon

EMPHATIC STATEMENT

The Hawk Deck 2:22pm

What will happen with anything?

What will happen with

My One Surviving Manuscript

in My Father’s Widow’s House

in Vermont —

if It’s even There?

There’s a 6′ x 8′ painting There too

folded up, maybe in a file drawer

& I want It back

How will These Items

ever be returned?

They may have no monetary value

now

but I believe

The Manuscript at least

plays a part

in the unfolding

of Our Future

CONNECTION

The Hawk Living Room 4:35pm

I wrote a poem

in the 3rd grade

inspired by the movie

“Ring Of Bright Water”

which was the only movie

I had seen besides

“The Sound Of Music”

— The Poem hasn’t survived

but I remember being captivated

by The Sparkles In The Sun

to write My Last Line:

“for the beautiful scene had just begun”

EVOCATION

On McNutt Island

I used to sit in our 3-holer privy

with My Mother

who often rested Her right elbow

on Her thigh

right hand under chin

Left Hand draped across

dangling Her Silver Nugget Ring

I assumed this same position today

with My Left Hand draped

across My Thighs

& I Was My Mother

I looked down to see My Mother’s Ring

& there were My Diamonds —

jolting Me

with crystallizing light

seared into My Brain

OK’d by My Mother

 

 

AWAKE!

The Tomato-coloured Couch 7:09pm

I don’t need a man

to elevate My Scripture —

It’s High Enough Already!

I don’t need a man to walk

beside Me, or behind Me with a placard

My Voice Is My Placard

I don’t need a man to go with Me

to conferences and speeches —

I’ll take My Girlfriends

I don’t need a little man

I have My Husband

& He is Big Enough, Big Time

My Love Will Fuel My Message

IN UTERO

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

This is No Nova Scotia

This is No Second Beer

on The Tomato-coloured Couch

before the steaks go under the broiler

This is having a distraught Husband

say nothing

because what is there to say?

He is not The Man

to Elevate My Scripture

He is not The Man

to follow along with a placard

He is not The Man

to film Me for a Youtube Channel

to travel with Me to My Speeches

He is not That Little Man

I claim to have loved

for twenty years or more

— He was the doctor who took care of Peak

in utero

— He is The Man I uttered four words to

and My World was born

MY DOCTOR/HUSBAND

The Hawk Tomato-coloured Couch 6:24pm

I have A Doctor for A Husband

His Name is Dr Blair

He’s away from Me when He’s with His Patients

I was once a patient there

He has Silver Hair

& bionic teeth

He supports Me in all I do

when We’re together

all is fine

I know He’ll see Me through

In His Office

when He’s away

I’m reluctant to call Him there

when He’s at home

He’s a different man

He is in My Care

 

SITUATED

The Hawk Living Room 5:23pm

I am situated in A House

by The Open Ocean

A House with sky lights

shooting beams across My Crow Painting

in a cathedral ceilinged Living Room

— the room I lived in before This One

was cathedral ceilinged too

& accommodated

The Shower of Silver Lights

— but I wasn’t going to get into that —

I was going to write

about My Open Window

next to My Tomato-coloured Couch

where I lie here

to take naps

& not to be preoccupied

by saintly hallucinations

LADY OF LEISURE

The Hawk Deck 10:00am

I’m a real Lady of Leisure:

I’ve just put another coat

of Silver on My Nails

in My Pale Sun Hat

& Nude Night Gown —

The Laundry’s on The Line

& I’m waiting for a phone call

which may or may not

change My Day

ANNIVERSARY

The Hawk Kitchen 9:05am

I’m cashing in on 9/11

checking My 1,630 Views

on Self Organizing Galaxy

@ 9:11am

This Cloudless Tall Tuesday