Clawing

Out there I see it i want it beyond and “RIGHT THERE!” grip falters slipping again plunging climbing living raising holding head directing the show nails cling to the edge an ever-moving drop falling… Continue reading

The Beautiful ridiculous

A light edges its way across his face a turn of lip, a snarl, silly smirk a voice disguised a song obscured an atmosphere transformed. Hilarity explodes. Contagious. Embracing. Brilliantly ridiculous. Until…the gut is punched. No joke… Continue reading

Le Pane di Pasqua

  One bite and flavour whisks me back to glory days of carefree pastels. A mother’s magic kneaded in love of season sugar-glazed, joy-filled. Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku poetry. Copyright: Tuesday, April 18, 2017. Image: Easter… Continue reading

Infusing the Un-crutched

Recently I happily celebrated another birthday. This one was truly special since I was able to mark it on two feet. My broken ankle is, for the most part, healed up and I… Continue reading

Unwanted Passing

A perk of light above the fray in gentle nudge in coaxing hand a living peace an ICON shines minded in a hopeful path forward guiding spirit shared freely and yet now has… Continue reading

Freed

the small black spine cracks open a freeing of spirit ascending beyond now in wonder bliss away from commonplace a magic overwhelms and I am left speechless. Paula Antonello Moore, Daily Prompt, Prose.… Continue reading

The Resting

The resting rest was a test at best but what arose in pain far from gain achieved nothing but sluggish draw of mood and pen finger key a reach to pull up to… Continue reading

Lavender summons

Ripple awake… the conquering pauses til glow of lavender infuses full… an invitation to rise a glorious resolve to breathe then, charge.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Tuesday, March 28, 2017. Image: Purple… Continue reading

The Bright

When I look up from down I try to see what’s needed When I look down from up I seek it all When I look up from down I sense the purpose and phrase… Continue reading

Aglow

Upon the green of shamrock flower I rest with heart aglow For every year it brings its light As memories overflow. Upon the four-leaf-clover bright As luck would paint it still A treasured… Continue reading