A Thank-you Note to Women Co-editors of “Paper Poetry”

Multiple flowers, some magenta and white striped, some purple or bright pink, growing together.
Multiple flowers, some magenta and white striped, some purple or bright pink, growing together.
Photo by Penofgold

Carolyn, Indubala,
elevate what Paper Poetry’s about,
patiently coach, guide
from the inside
out.

With these two,
like a river’s water bestowing -
sometimes gently,
sometimes still,
they will go with your flowing.

It’s a collaboration,
a supportive examination,
of what wants to be birthed,
then bathing away what isn’t worth
creation.

Thank you to Indubala, the moon’s reflection,
the dancing light’s upward direction,
and Carolyn, of joy, happiness, strength connection,
editors, writers, lovers of the Unknowable
they bring out the beauty of your literary complexion.

⭐️
Note: I’ve had the privilege of working with Indubala on six poems in the…


Sculpture of woma with hands reaching across chest together, eyes closed, sprinkler sprinkling water ovr her. She sits by cactus and lants.
Sculpture of woma with hands reaching across chest together, eyes closed, sprinkler sprinkling water ovr her. She sits by cactus and lants.
Scu;pure by Sarah Switek, photo by penofgold

Nature Photography

Photos with haikus

I tried not to cry but finally let myself as I was leaving Adobe Hills three days ago. Savannah, the owner, showed me that her cat Meow had found her way into my car and was sitting on the sheet covering my bags. Later Savannah told me the dog Barney was crying as I left so I went back and gave him strong pets and encouraging words.

I’m wanting to share some things that caught my eye/wonder while I was n the Sierra Nevada foothills. Perhaps you will see why leaving was so sad. …


A haiku

Photo by Tyler Nix on Unsplash

A writer, mama,
has painful lipedema.
Helping shares promise.

“If I could give you one thought, it would be to lift someone up. Lift a stranger up — lift her up. I would ask you, mother and father, brother and sister, lovers, mother and daughter, father and son, lift someone. The very idea of lifting someone up will lift you, as well.” Maya Angelou (quote found on article by Jocelyn Soriano)

Our fellow writer Shannon Ashley needs a surgery for lipedema. …


POETRY

Poem in dreamscape

Large close-up of red rose
Large close-up of red rose
Photo:© Penofgold

For what occasion
doth I wake midst dream
to prayers of little
children and families?

Above her head
the new couple’s
rose doth
stand.
No one can take a
photo close up.

What lies behind
the couple’s kiss
resound there with prayers
in the valley.

“Kindle the fire of love,”
aunts, uncles, family,
“and burn away all things,
then set thy foot
into the land
of the lovers.”

Sometimes
the ears hear
the pell of
prayer even
in dreams
not aware
of the choir
behind or
why you were
invited to
this
outdoor
festival
the whole
town
bowing
before
the
greatness…


Cat with grey, brown, sitting on my lap, white face looking at me
Cat with grey, brown, sitting on my lap, white face looking at me
Meow on my lap, photo by penofgold

Part 7 Animal-care guilt

In a fantasy visualization, on June 24, the day of the full moon, I saw Dr. Cyril, the telepathic bird on the black rail outside.the kitchen. I was supposed to have decided, per the semi-fictional story in “Adobe Hills 5” which topic, among several bothering me, to bring to a nine-minute therapy session with him.


POETRY | SPIRITUALITY

A Poem

I wait upon the pause,
the sentence in the Divine Writings
that stops my reading,
stops my breathing
like this one this dawn:

“The Spirit of truth is soaring
on the Supreme Apex, like unto a bird,
in order that it may discover
a severed heart
and alight therein and make its nest.”¹

This one leans me forward.
Will this heart
be one where
the bird of Truth
might alight, make a nest?

Will the spark within, this dawn,
catch fire by Spirit, draining
ego, funneling me into severance?
An oft self-focused poet,
I pen so my soul

finds a…


POETRY | MENTAL HEALTH | WOMEN

When you find a flower inside

Close-up of multiple buds of a lavender, large Agapanthus flower
Close-up of multiple buds of a lavender, large Agapanthus flower
Photo of Agapanthus buds by Penofgold

​ Shine​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​

Shine inside.
​ ​ ​​​Shine away,
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​far away.

Shine while you
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​sway,
​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​play.


I have a name

Imagen de ijmaki en Pixabay

My box is full of your notes
and those of every person who studied
with a pyramid of people
taught to persuade people through
persevering, blaring emails,
to serve wealthy people
so you make more money.
I admire your hard work, but stop it!

I do not know you,
I do not know what you sell.
I might miss something crucial
to illumine my life path
but I’m deleting 50 notes
you sent me, a stranger,
a person you have no time to meet,
or call by name, except by list on Mail Chimp. …


Bed and hills seen through door
Bed and hills seen through door
Photo by author, I’m outside looking into bedroom, hills behind me reflected on door

PHOTOGRAPHY | NATURE

Part 6 Reflections

There are some strange and beautiful things that have happened while I’ve been in the Sierras.

Reflections in the natural world

Maybe this has happened to you….probably. The outside world seems to present reflections of what’s going on inside.

Two or three personal examples: A couple of weeks ago I was in the kitchen, after an email conflict with a friend when two quite large, thick-legged bugs appeared on the floor.

The first one was quick to dart under the dishwasher, he/she/it came out later and I was able to escort both out. …


POETRY

Reaching for coffee ice-cream and a pen

Image by author

Part I.

Facing myself dear, dear one,

You are love, writing in rays of sunsets you breathe, in
magical early morning shifting light that promises new days in more than welcoming arms, like a huge surprise bundle swayed over Creation with
drops everywhere by the Stork, for that day, in colors and cool breezes,
the Ultimate Packager, reminding that Grandfather, Essence, Source is here, always, in rhythm, steady as heart-beat.

Part II.

​ ​ ​​​ ​ ​​​ ​Today you were hurt. It didn’t go well. You made mistakes. …

Penofgold

Goal: Ignite your heart, soul, and laughter with humorous, spiritual, psychologically healing stories informed by service as a clinical social worker 30 years.

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