Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: sleep deprivation

“Sleep Will Be An Issue For The Rest Of Your Life”*

May 19, 2015 The Hawk Queen Bed 10:06pm

Sometimes The Wind and Tide

combine to augment

The Sound as It is delivered

of The Waves accompanied

by Peepers, heightened by Peepers

to calm The Way

to Sleep

*only truth pertaining to Me uttered by the psychiatrist I had for eight years

MORNING OUTPOST

The Hawk Kitchen 8:07am

The Vibrancy of Silver

is awash across the water

filling My Kitchen

with bright rays of light

I wait for the coffee to steep

to write of My Days

here in the quiet

of My Sufficient Sleep

THWARTED NAP

The Tomato-coloured Couch 2:22pm

I am The Sleep-deprived Princess

of My Own Regard

too tired to go to the store

for the makings of Beef Stroganoff

I will lounge on The Tomato-coloured Couch

in My Grey Sweats

& wait for Heaven

to call

NEUTRICIEL

The Hawk Window Seat 9:11pm

I inadvertently support

the pharmaceutical industry —

I’m a hard swallower —

I glug down My 13 Pills

all at once —

& hope for the best rest

I can get

“Take An Ativan & Go To Bed”

The Hawk Queen Bed 12:18pm

I see The Deep Purple

of My Prescribed Nap

I hear The Fog Horn

against My Muffled Ear

The Rain is on The Sky Light

My Eyes are strained

against My Note Book

held in The Damp Dimness

of My Sleep-deprived

Afternoon

NIGHT TIME

The Hawk Utility Room 7:56pm

I stood above

My Mother’s Killer

dying on the basement floor

I thought of all

I’ve done to fill Her

and now can sleep

forever more

“GO TO SLEEP”

The Tomato-coloured Couch 4:15pm

The Message I received

from My Divine Hallucination

of the head of The Beautiful Dark Haired Woman

on My Right Shoulder

Who said, “You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are A Star —

so go to sleep”

may have been, now, telling

The Whole World

to go to sleep —

perhaps it is not awakening

We need —

it is Sleeping and Dreaming

celebrating The Night

Our Darkness

to find Our True Selves

 

A SMALL IRONY

The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:10pm

Having Been Awakened

To The Existence

Of God

By A Shower Of Silver Lights

On March 31st, 1993

That Same Year

In October

I Was Told By My Own

Private God

On My Right Shoulder:

“You Know The Meaning Of Life

And So You Are

A Star —

So Go To Sleep” 

MY PILLS

The Hawk En Suite Bath 9:30pm

every night @ 9:30pm

I take the following assortment

of medication:

Apo-lithium Carbonate 2 x 300mg

Novo-olanzapine 10mg

Synthroid 50mcg

Novo-lorazepam 1mg

Mylan-sertraline 25mg

SO I CAN SLEEP

 

 

 

 

DANCE OF THE DRAGONFLY

The Hawk West Desk Window 10:22pm

Every night @ 9:30 I swallow a concoction

of medical remedies for sleep

— not to build a cocoon of ages —

but to bury Me underwater

like The Dragonfly Nymph

Who emerges after several years

into clear summer air

to fly the frenzied mating dance

to be admired

should She land against

the sleeve or head

of The Silver Haired Doctor

bent on examination