Joanna Gilman Hyde
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Tag: spirituality
August 28, 2016
PRAYER FOR THE PIGS
The Hawk Queen Bed 7:14pm
“This Little Piggy Went To Market —
He was killed humanely
This Little Piggy Stayed Home
He watched TV with The Dog
This Little Piggy Ate Roast Beef
He didn’t like what He saw on Food Inc
This Little Piggy Had None
He was vegetarian
And This Little Piggy Went Wee Wee Wee
All The Way Home —
peeing in His pants”
August 28, 2016
THE APPARITION
The Hawk Queen Bed 4:38pm
Today on 2 hrs sleep
from 2 mgs Ativan
I began the sculpted head
of My Beautiful Dark Haired Woman
Who appeared on My Right Shoulder
in Roseway Hospital
October 1993
–
She said a lullaby in My Ear —
the most melodious voice I had ever heard
and today I have swaddled a Styrofoam core
in thin slices of plasticine
hyperventilating as I went
hearing My Son’s suggestion
from yesterday’s walk on The Hawk Beach —
“Mom, why don’t You just
exhaust Your Self?”
every slice
from a red-handled knife My Brother gave Me
pushed Me on to panel the form —
My Goal was to cover it, and I did
after carving HTWH in the Styrofoam skull
resting on My Ceramic Bluenose Plate
My Keepsake from the childhood crossings
in that vessel from Bar Harbor, Maine
to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia
when I was so happy
with My Little Family
of Mother, Brother and Me
August 19, 2016
AGE APPROPRIATE
The Hawk Front Yard 10:20am
I have a rose bush
planted for a life
of the sibling to My Children
never seen except
encased by an ultra-sound screen
when He/She was declared
too small
and I had to wait a week
August 12, 2016
AT THE SIGN
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 9:51am
I stood bare-footed beside My Rose
above It, twice
and first I heard a Blue Jay
and second My Mother’s Chickadee
and as I looked at the numerous blossoms
I heard the surf of The Cape
and reveled in the fog droplets
upon the fertilized leaves
August 3, 2016
SEEKING SOLITUDE
The Hawk Beach 7:55pm
I had just started to write
The Guzzle is at Its deepest
when the incoming tide
churns its way toward Me
along the far edge
caught in the evening light
like a mini Grand Canyon —
then I heard a BUZZ —
a giant flying insect?
I looked overhead and guessed
I was being spied upon
by My First Ever Drone!
August 3, 2016
WEEK 7
The Hawk Kitchen Outpost 2:16pm
I have planted My First Rose Bush
“Knock-out Pink”
under Our New Sign saying The Blairs
in iridescent white
printed with a Blue Jay —
Chicken Polenta is made for The Kids
and can be baked anytime
and We’ve been invited to Their Grandfather’s
Memorial Service Friday Afternoon —
tomorrow night My Tree-planting Darlings
and one Mexican Collie
are to be collected
from the airport four hours away
and I will be making ham sandwiches
to take
and a Duncan Hines carrot cake
fortified with chopped pecans
just to have on hand
August 2, 2016
SLEEP TIGHT
The Hawk West Desk Window 9:19pm
I hate to close the shade
on the last remnants of sunset
but I can hear The Waves
through the bathroom window
and so all is well
with Me.
Joanna Gilman Hyde 