Monthly Archive: August, 2019

Le Cochon Dingue

He seemed fascinated, probably hungry too, She was with her family, watching what he‘d do. He had no idea, didn’t know she cared, He just kept on peeking, not inside he dared. But… Continue reading

The Waiting

In the light of the window a quieting call comes: listen to the beckoning. I wonder, Here, “What waiting unfolds and how must I Respond?” The seating sit in their dazzled array A… Continue reading

Into the Past

Can you know me in a glimpse can you see me Here? i am but a wanderer i know no place that’s clear. Gazing through Time’s open door pausing in my line mystery’s… Continue reading

Thank You, Robin

A gasp and a jerk and two hands waved up high, a bursting hilarity that crashed into sigh, a coaxing in poetry, led to the brink, irreverent, jokey, but depth made you think.… Continue reading

Radiant Pause

Sheltered radiance, upward gazing catches breath unaware. Bliss-full. Mesmerized, words fail. Magical, wonder, I am caught, captivated. To remain in pause, a dream unfathomable, I bask, astonished. Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Tuesday,… Continue reading