Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: space

This Morning’s Dream

Eye have risen from The Vision

of standing on a big wide beach

around here somewhere

with no one there but Me

and as I stood at the edge of no waves

I felt that I was The Contaminant

and Eye called out, and out

to My Daughter Eliza

LIFE 2

We Come From The Light

Of The Star Called Sun & Moon

Why?  We Must Know Why

TIDINESS

The Hawk Corner Room 1:50am

EYE salute The New Corners

of M(EYE) House —

From Eliza’s Bed I face The West

Head On

and span My Naked Wrists across

The Globe

with no lint, loose strings or cat hair

galaxies

allowed

PAINTINGS BY ASLAM ABOUJAMRA

The Hawk Corner Room 4:10pm

My Prison, My Sanctuary —

what I used to name Dr Blair’s

Big White Castle

where He worked hard and lived hard

for over thirty years —

is delightfully exposed

now, at The Foot of Dr Blair’s Big Brown Bed

here on The Hawk —

The Bed I have finally decked out

with new sheets and new comforter

in blues to go with His Eyes —

The Big Brown Bed in a pea-green room I left

in My Flurried Escape

returned to last night, but just

to sleep —

this morning I took down

The Lee Savage Drawings

facing Us:

A Woman (Lee’s Wife) with just lips

and Its Mate — Lee and Karen’s Open Porch

(on “My Side” of The Bed)

— Now, This Morning, I put up

The Frameless Oils

painted by The Syrian Brother

of One of The Doctors sponsored

by Dr Blair in 1999 —

The Year of Our Fateful Affair

— They’re A Pair of gaily painted

Houses —

The One on the left

is a small white house Dr Jamal Aboujamra

rented from Dr Blair —

and The One on the right

at My Night Time Feet

expressionistic-ally depicts the largest residential building*

in Barrington Passage

no longer owned by My Captor

swirling in brush strokes

of pink, peach and green —

The Giant Cedar

obscures high windows

of The Victorian Rooms

I floundered in

on couches and beds

while Dr Blair worked

in His Attached Office

I lay there and dreamed

on anti-depressants and Olanzapine

and wrote what would turn into

a book of poems

titled “No Bones About It

stored somewhere in the basement

of Our House here on The Hawk

where I have finally found My Self

My Art, and Jesus to boot

in Jethro Tull’s Aqualung

played on The Canadian French Radio

while working on My Secret Painting

here in My Own Little Corner Room

where I am finally free

 

*Dr Blair’s Big White Castle burned down on the same morning in December 2017 I left for Christmas vacation in British Columbia — to spend with His Family and My Kids — without him.

FOR M(EYE) 2nd X HUSBAND

The Hawk Corner Room 1:02am

EYE have seized The Sky

up here in My Corner Room

where I can paint all day

if I want to, or go to the beach.

I’m cooking for One

and enjoying every minute of it

with My New French Canadian Radio to keep Me company.

Tonight I sorted through My Clothes

and am choosing to wear Those

of no particular significance,

and if You too, My Lovely Daughter

happen to read This

or have It read to You,

please know that I love You always

and will never violate

Your Adjacent Room

 

UNVACUUMED

The Hawk Living Room 7:04am

The Shaft of Sunlight

on My Living Room Floor

illuminates the elements

of space —

I see an asteroid

and the dust of the stars

cat hairs and whiskers

take the place

of eternal galactic

gatherings

GLITTER

The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 5:55pm

God has The Soul of Space

in which to play Her Hand

from Her Fingertips

She can spill & spread

Her Trillions & Trillions of Suns

to let the fertile Ones out —

Those very rare seeds

spawning new worlds

across the countless miles

of Grace

THE HAWK KITCHEN 7:22am

“What’s a Woman like You

doing in a Place like This?”

–Camera View: ¬†from back of black oven

w/ Woman looking in

leaning on elbows

–View to rivet My eight-year-old frame:

Black w/ White Star Spatter

How am I Here in this Black Space?

Now white with tomato spatter

from Eliza

in The Microwave