Monthly Archive: October, 2016

The Chill of Real

Originally posted on The Expressible Café:
Today I’m free To dress and be With so much glee For fun. I’ll masquerade Keep up charade Won’t be afraid Til done. With makeup strewn A…

Sleepless

I cannot sleep and in the haze my mindful thoughts become a maze a trudging search to find some peace i tire quick with no release I sigh and turn and toss right back… Continue reading

A Rare Dance

A brush with Spring in Fall  is a collision of Bliss and  Perfection wrapped in Glory. Paula Antonello Moore, Copyright: Tuesday, October 18, 2016. Image: By P.A. Moore.

Ignite

Confusion rules in chaos when I don’t know where to start And a seed goes un-planted…until That moment when just the right light ignites And a root dives to depths beyond sight.  … Continue reading

Charged Momentum

I drive behind the bus There they sit Shoulder to shoulder, on their way I watch enthralled Pondering the pain and glory arising in the teenage soul So much potential, emotions, anticipations, aspirations… Continue reading

daydreaminess

Today, I don’t feel like walking but want the grey light to sit and linger for the daydreaminess to wash over me and my spirit to drink it in.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading

Dromophobe

This has been a wonderful walk. I love being out in the fresh air, leaves changing colour, breeze dancing through the trees. But now I’ve come to the end. Well, it’s not the… Continue reading

“Said” Said

I never said that. I didn’t mean to say that You heard what I said I appologize for ever having said that What I said has been said before But I’m not the only… Continue reading

Expectant

The path beckons me Forward comes in daily steps Fresh, alive, in breaths of thought.   Journey seems futile Like chipping ice from a berg That will never melt.   As leaves fall and… Continue reading

Festival Glare

Burnished pashminas draped over black shoulders moving about in military precision Clicks and counters collected at door a flutter of eager listeners shuffle in They wait… until there, in spotlight glow, sits the prize.… Continue reading