Faraway

Cannot break from dream when feet are planted but soul is faraway still.   The coconut sway entraps me here as I try to return to life.    Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright:… Continue reading

Waiting Abundance

bubbling splash upon the ground waited abundance frown lazy breath in splashy mist hunkering in and down. feather kiss of dancing rain thunder blast it shakes marking a moment blue cape on spirits… Continue reading

Under Siege

Inspiration under siege! It has always heartened me to know that two very sacred spaces I hold dear in my corner of the world could never be taken away from me. They exist… Continue reading

Breeze

In the face of light brushed and soothed by the ever-gentle hand of Amazing mystery.   Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Saturday, June 10, 2017.  One-word Poetry prompt: Breeze. Image: Palmy Sunset by… Continue reading

BRIGHTNESS

In the murky haze of nightmare when darkness overwhelms BE The conquering Brightness sheltering the hopeful Spark.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Sunday, June 4, 2017. In Memory of the events on… Continue reading

In the Gloaming

I will be there      Moving on the gloaming         to walk with              Memories made in the making            … Continue reading

Get Distracted

Go ahead, give in to distraction. It may sound like unusual literary advice, but I’ve discovered it can actually help my writing. Now I don’t mean get so distracted that you miss a deadline.… Continue reading

Manchester

I cannot say choose words that can possibly convey meaning in a nightmare that silences music yet unites through distance that seems to separate only to connect more deeply a pain shared at… Continue reading

Sway

“… Like always, it did something to him, something he could never quite figure out. It seemed to put one part of him to sleep and wake another part up, the part that… Continue reading

COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 1, FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

Originally posted on Deuxiemepeau; Picturing Poetry by D. B. Donnelly:
On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter…