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 →

Unfrosted trickle

Its frosty breath makes staying indoors a lot more fun. I can write here not worrying about frozen fingers. Story unfolds as slow as the ground is covered white.   Paula Antonello Moore,… Continue reading →

Not Waterproof

I want to be out in the Rain. It pitters and patters beyond me but I am not waterproof, at least not today. And so my longing to breathe in its freshness will… Continue reading →

Blazing Reality

Sitting within it breathing the light in doubt, clinging in joy, singing I sigh. By the edge of it all resting against the fray in hope, reaching in haze, freaking I cry. Basking… Continue reading →

Gone from the Café

Someone has been lost in a worded phrase or thought, has drifted from me.   Though I truly try to hold attention firm, clear, I can’t always win.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku… Continue reading →