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 →

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, Haiku.… Continue reading →

On the Brink of it all

As the year closes and new plans are made, Recalling past days stalls a memory fade. But what if a struggle, an obstacle true, was something that broke and then bent you in… 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 →

Let there Be…

Oh, let there be lazy and crazy delight The sparkle and chuckle of brightening the night And let you be dazzled, not frazzled in joy, The kind that winds up like an ol’… 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

Pubbed Pause

Cobbled and set It lies there framed in still light Anticipation and calm resting in the details colour contrast unfocused view yet, enthralled by what has been CeLeBrAtIoN, here, romance, tipped and teased,… Continue reading →

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 →