Pubbed Pause

Cobbled and set It lies there framed in still light Anticipation and calm resting in the details colour contrast unfocused view yet, enthralled by what has been CeLeBrAtIoN, here, romance, tipped and teased,… Continue reading

Clin g i n g

I’ m writin g and edi ting Waiting for the arrival of The NOD or arms-crossed an exhaled break and then “Much to do.” Clinging h old in g on for the sake… Continue reading

Hope-ward

Hope intangible Hope I cling Praying an end to horror’s sting All my heart is what I bring When from mouth my words can’t sing.   Hope eternal Hope arrive Give us something… Continue reading

 Mother Brave

In mourning brave of broken soul, You rise above the fray An Emblem fixed, an endless grief that marks Your every day No matter skies above You there, no tempest shake Your will… Continue reading

Sealed Second

Layered red Casts lifted softness on startled Sight A sealed second Richness deep contained from rushing Swirl As time instigates its pedaled descent and feathered break, Falls.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading

Outside In

Misted pause… swept into sway of calm The HONKING turn Rips meditation away and mind shakes desperate to retrieve, surrender to, Ethereal pull… whilst TRAPPED in the Real.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading

Vanquishing the Creep

Darkly, the clutching grasp stirs the sinister creep of Night’s strange play day. But, candy corn with Pumpkins of caramel, steer A heart back to life.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright; Halloween… Continue reading

A Cookie’s Mission

Ooey gooey cream surprise, there is comfort Here, when the moments test reserve it’s what’s needed, Clear. Savour morsel, savour bite almost finished, Gloom, pause and sigh delicious treat heart-full treasures Bloom.  … Continue reading

Grieving Trees

A God-awful sound as a tree is cut down, a horrible vision to see, The slicing of saw as the branches withdraw, has broken the spirit in me. Yes, there’s a reason, there’s… Continue reading

The Sprouting Tale

How I wish I could write…like a Tree grows deeply sown anchored in sturdy roots settling and extending girth beneath the surface then sprout of thought breaks soil rising slowly seeking the warmth… Continue reading