Quadruple Parfait!

Decadent wonder and I dive right in, Chocolaty goodness or temptation’s sin? Moment has risen, nope, can’t spare a bite, down to the last scoop oooh, I’ve done it right. 🙂 Paula Antonello,… Continue reading →

A something of comfort

Come, take a seat. You don’t need to say a word. I’ll do the talking. Or I won’t. Never know what’s in my head, so full of wonder and mess. But please, sit.… Continue reading →

Unconvinced

It’s all in my head the bubble filled i shake it round its not unwilled They stand steely tall a glint and wink They won’t reach out i barely blink But we’re all… Continue reading →

sinking fall

Sinking fall shift and footing loses bottomless resolve swirled in rush panic’s grip and days lustre lingers ebb flow of sense flailing futile until reason succumbs at last that no end may be… Continue reading →

In The White

In the white of the purest chill A Something… E v e r y t h i n g shifts inkling Sense of… A pursuit Grandness… and Pace is p o i s… Continue reading →

Ellipsis

Where am I going where have I been what deep clear meaning has come from within what will the next be what do I do cannot discern if there’s truth in the clue… Continue reading →

Editing…

like a frozen path a painful cold and icy place a frosty road leading to a dark nowhere radiant lights guiding the trudging trek and every time you think you’re about to reach… Continue reading →

Perfetto

Oh how I wishA dishCould hold meLike this… A pauseAwareHow It…Elevates everything. Paula Antonello, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, January 24, 2019. Image: Tortellini Perfetto, by P.M. Antonello.

Punch in Awe

Captivated punch, as radiant vision fills moment, startles awe. A whirl of motion SEIZED by unexpected pink. An attempt in words. Paula Antonello, Haiku. Copyright: Thursday, January 24, 2019. Image: Caught by P.M.… 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, Haiku.… Continue reading →