Fractured

it rises and falls like a wave out to sea Intention is hopeful light drowned by inaction pushing forward, through when a fallen moment suffocates eyes wet and, attempt is made again.  … Continue reading →

Standstill Day 6: Thankful

When all seemed aggravatingly lost… when the great fear of lethargy, both physical and mental, had all but overtaken me, I am unexpectedly revived. And it feels damn good!   Paula Antonello Moore, Writing… Continue reading →

Standstill Day 4: An Anxious Note

elevated high lifted to rest heart bleeds to rise frustration is guest anxiety swells panic awake mind muscle tries creative must break   Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Monday, February 13, 2017. Image:… Continue reading →

Desiring More

Layered beneath shell lies a centre of wonder to be discovered. The unveiling is a conscious pursuit of more than we think we know.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku. Copyright: Friday, December 9,… 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 →

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.

Ignite

Confusion rules in chaos when I don’t know where to start And a seed goes un-planted…until That moment when just the right light ignites And a root dives to depths beyond sight.  … Continue reading →

Treasured Still

In a town of memories Carved into my heart Streets of bygone moments Coated ice cream and platform sight Treasured steps of fun Structures stable, once bold Shaded now in unknown hues Playful… Continue reading →

Lost Earring

I lost my earring yesterday. I hate losing things. I feel a failure, I fall apart. The anger within me is unending. How can I be so ridiculously careless? How did I not… Continue reading →

A Fight

i’m done in sweetness the words tumble from my lips but knowing smile is not enough   like rushing water it rises from a depth that pushes open sweetie i’m not but truthful… Continue reading →