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 →

Hope-ward

Hope intangible Hope I cling Praying an end to horror’s sting All my heart is what I bring When from mouth my words can’t sing.   Hope eternal Hope arrive Give us something… 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 →

Sealed Second

Layered red Casts lifted softness on startled Sight A sealed second Richness deep contained from rushing Swirl As time instigates its pedaled descent and feathered break, Falls.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading →

Outside In

Misted pause… swept into sway of calm The HONKING turn Rips meditation away and mind shakes desperate to retrieve, surrender to, Ethereal pull… whilst TRAPPED in the Real.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading →

Vanquishing the Creep

Darkly, the clutching grasp stirs the sinister creep of Night’s strange play day. But, candy corn with Pumpkins of caramel, steer A heart back to life.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright; Halloween… Continue reading →