Un-prepared

Ravaged by loss now Occupied by memories Obtained through eighteen great years   A sadness grows deep That words cannot convey here. I wasn’t prepared.   Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Wednesday, November… Continue reading

Novel Update #23: Grieving

Well its been a while since my last Novel Update (June to be exact). Probably the biggest change since then is the fact that I am now tackling Part Two or Book Two… Continue reading

Piney, oh pineapple

Piney oh pineapple jumped in the pool Ready for playtime, thought he was cool. Floated in sunlight, danced on the wave Splashedy splash did, felt really brave. Then someone shouted, “How’d that get… Continue reading

To the Weary Warriors

The images pass in gray light slowly forward, The pain plight passion of bygone moments when hearts charged to action brave, gave all for cause, friend nation, standing bold. Families stretched to the… Continue reading

Fall-ing Farewell

As I watch the leaves of red tumble down right before my eyes, it breaks my heart to think  mere days remain of Fall. Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Monday, November 7, 2016. Image: Fallen… Continue reading

Sparkle Awe

Sometimes its far easier and more enjoyable to just gaze Mesmerized than to capture a Something with Words.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Friday, November 4, 2016. Image: Fibre Optic Light by P.A.… Continue reading

In Intrigue’s glow

Fantastical find fresh upon Life’s floor Funny Flattened Focus-less on fuss Firm Fearless Fights not for place Flapping Free First to dance under breeze Floating Fade-less Filled with fancy fire Furled Fasten-less Forcing… Continue reading

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.