Category Archive: Poetry

Oh, how I love Bread

The bread and the glaze and I savour it all the sumptuous Toast and the moment’s enthrall the delicate Burst as my taste buds delight all wrapped in a memory so cherished Tonight.… Continue reading

Lumina

Discovery, in awe, beckons masterfully. Frosty vision stirs. Mesmerizing glow. Glittery swirl of dancy. Wonder ties the tongue. To pause in navy ambience, fixed icy hold Fuses me. I sigh. Paula Antonello Moore,… Continue reading

Elevate

Sometimes… I wish I was a STRING of Lights dangling high above sparkling, glittering in the darkness shaping, speaking, dazzling all My glowing presence distracting the spirit captivating the cynic brightening the weary… Continue reading

Huddle in

Pause… …Laugh… Sigh… …Thank… Rest… …Indulge… Share… R e c h a r g e… …Endure. Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, November 22, 2018. Image: Photo by Alisa Anton on Unsplash

Clin g i n g

I’ m writin g and edi ting Waiting for the arrival of The NOD or arms-crossed an exhaled break and then “Much to do.” Clinging h old in g on for the sake… Continue reading

 Mother Brave

In mourning brave of broken soul, You rise above the fray An Emblem fixed, an endless grief that marks Your every day No matter skies above You there, no tempest shake Your will… Continue reading

A Cookie’s Mission

Ooey gooey cream surprise, there is comfort Here, when the moments test reserve it’s what’s needed, Clear. Savour morsel, savour bite almost finished, Gloom, pause and sigh delicious treat heart-full treasures Bloom.  … Continue reading

Grieving Trees

A God-awful sound as a tree is cut down, a horrible vision to see, The slicing of saw as the branches withdraw, has broken the spirit in me. Yes, there’s a reason, there’s… Continue reading

Beckoned

Anticipation… Worth the while as sumptuous flavour explodes here   The House special tempts baked to perfection, I dive. A taste of heaven.   The Unknown beckons elevated spirit, a bliss overwhelming.  … Continue reading

Gleam

So close… on the horizon something stirs rippling its way. A high rises, but moan delays victory. A pushed weariness and lapping strokes thrash and carry me still toward the Glimmering light.  … Continue reading