Life’s Weight

As she wanders In this place, Darkness sits Upon her face. Nothing makes Emotions light, Ever shaded By the night. Hard to break That shell of hers, Or brighten up, No nothing spurs An… 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 →

SLICED

  Sliced through anguish rips heart the minutes shatter and freeze numb still a new year comes calendar date carved in pain. Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Friday, January 8, 2016. Dedicated to A.DelR. Photo Credit:… Continue reading →

The Carpenter Who Brought Candy

Hello Friends: Here is yet another re-post during chapter revisions. I hope you enjoy it…..Paula During the summer I turned 10, my neighbours next door renovated their house. There were contractors, plumbers, painters… Continue reading →

Back from the Dead

There he stood near death, a mere shell of his former self. “Come on Buddy, not yet!” I said with conviction, “You have so much left to live for.” He didn’t respond. He… Continue reading →

Can You See?

Just for a minute It all lies secure Your head is so clear there’s nothing to fear Just for a second The steps are concrete You breathe in at peace a calm and… Continue reading →

The DAY It died

And that’s the day It died. Slow burn Yearn It was Never strong Long it played Real Hope Scope Was weak Needed more Door Was closed Smile dry Why I wondered Grief inside… Continue reading →

Happy Birthday?

“If we didn’t have birthdays, you wouldn’t be you If you’d never been born, well then what would you do? If you’d never been born, well then what would you be? You might… 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 →