Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: Silver

PRELIMINARY TO A STABLE CHRISTMAS

Dec 19, The Yarmouth psych unit NOON

I have been moved

from The Therapeutic Quiet Room

to a bed of My Own

wrapped in bronze & silver filigree

spread with cotton linens

I have just ingested 5mg. of Olanzapine —

part of a new, high, regime

but I am compliant here —

minding My Own business

& not that of THE WORLD

 

Dec 19, Yarmouth psych unit no watch

EYE Love M(EYE) Heart

It is M(EYE) heart

It makes Me happy

when I feel it

beating

EYE miss My Cat Astro

I miss hugging Him & cuddling Him

I love Him

Dec 20th 2015 Psych unit

I arrived bare-foot

in black negligee

& bullet-proof vest

to a place where Mental Illness

is a fact

when I have been trying with My Heart

to have it

not be so

Dec 20th 2015 The psych Unit 10:28am

EYE am dressed

in robes

of hospital care

& am on My bed

of quiet.

I have a crying friend

who has been a comfort to me

as I have been to her

& we have cried all morning

Dec. 20th 2015 Psych Unit 1:54pm

EYE sit through

these long & lonely hours

hoping the phone will ring

for me

knowing I will sob & cry

to whomever loves

me.

Dec. 20th The Yarmouth Psych Unit 3:05pm

MY SILVER WALL

I stand aloft My Silver Wall

with my light upon the bricks

I see & stand & cry in all

my grief — finally finally

set free

I see the silver through

my tears & know how far

I’ve come

Dec 21, 2015 psych unit 4:07am

EYE AM IN M(EYE) PRECIOUS TIME

The veil is off

The veil of The Second Coming

is down

my heart is exposed

& it is a beautiful heart

Dec 22, 2015 My Room in The Psych Ward 10:00pm

LITTLE STRIPED SILVER FISH

Today in My Room

of Bronze & Silver

I was visited by a bug

Who looked to be trying to hide

I did not squish him

but let him roam free

allowed to say hello

to the next patient

after me.

Dec 23, 2015 My Room @ the psych ward 8:55am

A SILENT PRAYER

God, I speak my voice to you

& know you listen to every word

grant me the security

of MIND

that I will see My Destiny

& Live It

to The Fullest

I love You,

Joanna

 

 

 

 

 

MORNING RITE

The Hawk Window Seat 9:05am

EYE can see

The Silver

from My Bedroom Window

as  look out

from My Window Seat

the tub is running

for My Doctor/Husband

My Dress Up Doll

I am drinking coffee

watching The World

come undone

 

 

MY TREE CANNOT BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:45am

Armed with My Arsenal

of X-Miss Tree ornaments

— 13 silver birds from Wilson’s —

— black balls from Walmart

EYE spent twelve hours

trimming

& having fun

to complete My Play

from a table pedestal up

rooted

to The Silver Star strungDSCF0675.JPG

from The Cathedral Ceiling

suspended

THE GATHERING

The Hawk Kitchen 10:33am

EYE will venture out

into The Cold Dark Woods

behind My Obstructive House

I will wear My Rubber Boots

& seek The Tree

of My Dreams:

an old dead branch

with Spanish Moss

& maybe bugs

I will saw it down

with My New Bow Saw

from Wilson’s

I will drag it in

to turn erect

in Hunter’s TV room

secured inside

a circular well

of the heaviest

Silver

DAISIES IN NOVEMBER

The Hawk Kitchen 3:00pm

Bundled against the brazen squall of snow

Eye am stumped

after perusing over the roots —

root stems from The Drowned Forest

looking for branching sections

to string together somehow

like a spine

of bare limbs to make

an ad hoc

X-Miss Bush

My Own

this year — a dead array

for perhaps the cats

to climb — to hang

13 silver birds & even more plastic snow flakes

to deck the TV Room

with the barren interlocking

drift wood

stumps

which can only be piled, tangled

(not constructed / not drilled)

into a vertical heap

(very un-tree-like)

instead Eye will have to pinch

a dead spruce, whole

from beyond My Back Yard

& set it, bolt upright

in a front window

MY MORNING 2

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:22am

A Beam Of Silver

Strikes The Ocean

Beyond Our Neighbours’ Yellow House

“And The Reason Is You”

Strikes Me From The Radio

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

NOTICE TO MY READERS 222

EYE have not been writing much —

EYE have been making recordings into M(EYE) cell phone

in-which M(EYE) Husband does not seem very interested.

FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 8:30am

The Sun was Gold when I rose

making pink on Western clouds —

It’s Silver now so I’m told

by Its farthest reach

My Husband & I no longer look

at the precious metals chart —

We are waiting for the dire news

of a collapse in the money mart

DECIDUOUS MORNING

The Hawk Queen Bed 8:50am

This Morning I spied

on the globules of Silver

undulating through My Neighbour’s Tree —

Oh how They sparked!

on the stillness of water

& I gazed until I blinked

the golden lime

of My After Glow