In the Sinking

Venice is sinking, and I’ve got my pen but what of the words left to say? The swishing water now laps at the brow and brilliance has gone to decay. San Marco awakes,… Continue reading →

Exuberant

I just returned from a brisk wintry walk. The sun was shining and I was happy. Happy to have TWO FEET! A year ago this weekend I broke my ankle. I was standing… Continue reading →

Confetti Seed

Pop it goes! The trickle splash A light anew A newfound path when hope is raised and colours dance the Flame is lit and dreams take flight The freshest brave The brightest spark… Continue reading →

Red Flower

I saw a girl with a red flower today it dangled from hand waving its smile made me wonder what was in store for her and the flower.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose.… Continue reading →

Infusing the Un-crutched

Recently I happily celebrated another birthday. This one was truly special since I was able to mark it on two feet. My broken ankle is, for the most part, healed up and I… Continue reading →

Standstill Day 7: Delighted

Trickling sparkle of feathery flakes a downy frost of motion. A chocolate break in this stiffness of still delightful thought ignited. Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, February 16, 2017. Image: Chocolate mug… Continue reading →

daydreaminess

Today, I don’t feel like walking but want the grey light to sit and linger for the daydreaminess to wash over me and my spirit to drink it in.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading →

Stirred

When you sit and cannot speak When awe catches your breath Lost in a sigh of summer ease Let The moment surpassing depth The trigger, creative spark Move you, toward making it Seized Creation can halt Stuffed with clouded… Continue reading →

You Cannot Reach Me Here

Hello Friends. Here is yet another re-post while I continue my redrafting of my manuscript. Enjoy! — Paula You cannot reach me Here I am far from you Carried away by Melody Shades… Continue reading →

I’m Not, but…I Am

I am so not a morning person. Well, I’m not and I am. I dislike very much getting up early. There is nothing more pleasurable than sinking deeper beneath warm blankets and getting… Continue reading →