Stilled

Here, we close ourselves from us take each day and pray less fuss lift our heads and raise our Hope as the News takes downward slope carry each and hold the heart side… Continue reading →

Comradery

…in moments here a quest in thought to be, reveal in comfort… as light fades now and laughter ignites a toast to all and bonds entwine ever stronger, bliss.   Paula Antonello Moore,… Continue reading →

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 →

The Scheme

Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that. So we were all stranded in the library on Friday afternoon. It was supposed to be closed, but Roman got the keys… Continue reading →

Hug’s Reach

Clocking all the hours Face takes shape in the darkness Will sleep ever come Desperate need to connect Forever is shaken here Turtle steps on ground How do I do it Can not speak eloquently Presence… Continue reading →

Killing Winter Gloom

Prepping for the party Still have much to do Music rouses actions Dusting, vacuum too. Fast they move the hours Shifting things around Not sure what will happen When the friends abound. Take… Continue reading →

“Bellas”

A bond set When two met With no fret They played. A sweet vow They knew how To bring wow. Friend made. At just three They shared free A name, see. They knew.… Continue reading →

An Invitation…

My son has given me a Writing challenge: “Invitation.” Use that word and write something. 🙂 So here it goes… Excitement awaits The lure of fanciful expectations Intertwine in a medley of anticipation… Continue reading →

At Summer’s End

At Summer’s End The Bend, the fold The towel lies there wet and cold. The Splashy Blue The hue, the joy The crazy chaos floating toy. The Heated Feet The Seat, the bake… Continue reading →

The Used-To-Be

It’s been a while… You greet cheerfully. The phone doesn’t ring anymore… You text carefree. I miss our lunches to fanciful cafés with buzzing atmospheres… You pass, friendly. Plans that used to be… Continue reading →