Joanna Gilman Hyde

"Good Morning, World!"

Tag: spirituality

DAY 2

The Hawk Basement 10:22am

Emanating from The Spears

of black & silver

Light

I have applied

an edge of lurid green

to My Purple Heart

 

TODAY’S CANVAS

The Hawk Portico NOON

I am dressed to paint

My Killer Lines

of Dagger Points

in My Black Lace Bra

& Black Jesus Underwear

I hear The Chickadee’s

approval

before I begin

I just have to draw

The Silver Blades

out

And So Will The World

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:11pm

I am going to paint

The Shower Of Lights

Yes — That Creepy Shower

which befell Me

on that famous date —

no — not October 22nd, 1993

BEFORE THAT — March 31st, 1993

I am going to do It

Justice

I am going to order

a 10-foot-long x 5-foot-wide

piece of canvas from Halifax

to be shipped — yes

I will be waiting for art supplies

again, but this time, this time

I will be ready

MORNING BLINK

The Hawk Deck 8:45am

I’ve caught the liquid sun

to the call of The Chickadee

I see iridescent blue now

when I close My Eyes

& look again

Thought For A Full Moon

The Tomato-coloured Couch 9:22pm

There is Divine Logic

in All that happens

& It wouldn’t happen

otherwise

MY BROTHER’S BIRTHDAY

The Hawk Deck 8:20am

At Night I go to sleep

with the sweep of Cape Light

turned to My Bed

in the morning I wake

to step out on My Deck

immersed in the dew

with the waves

at My Head

EVENING DEER

The Hawk Outpost 6:49pm

The Scraggly Apple

is illuminated

with the eastern clouds

a rare mauve pink

The moon is up

My Fuchsia Painting is finished

& My Husband has said

I can hang It over

The Tomato-coloured Couch

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

I Got My Canvas Today

The Tomato-coloured Couch 6:19pm

My Mother’s Brain Tumour

is dying

on the basement floor

is soon to be

enveloped by

perhaps a silver heart

but

the “roots”

will

survive

MY MOTHER’S DIAGNOSIS

The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:00pm

On This Day in 1991

I was told My Mother wouldn’t live

through the spring

I vowed to My Self

I would not feel the pain

of Her Loss

I kept My Vow