Deeply MUSED

Meaning in memory Face at the front Words worthy marking Peace-ful in pause Tethered to terror NIGHTMARE still near Hoping in holding Days to declare Slowly they’re ceasing Lives lost and lived Compressing… Continue reading →

Unwanted Passing

A perk of light above the fray in gentle nudge in coaxing hand a living peace an ICON shines minded in a hopeful path forward guiding spirit shared freely and yet now has… Continue reading →

Blazing Reality

Sitting within it breathing the light in doubt, clinging in joy, singing I sigh. By the edge of it all resting against the fray in hope, reaching in haze, freaking I cry. Basking… Continue reading →

The Window

The Window holds it all a sway of brightness a sparkle of blue a crispness of season The Window holds an invitation to soar a beckoning adventure a fleeting thought The Window reveals the… 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 →

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 →

Finding a “Little Happy”

Today while at a vibrant home furnishings store, I picked up a set of 6 Melamine mixing bowls. I bought them because they were arranged in a beautiful rainbow array of colour from… Continue reading →

A Worthwhile Experience

Well… I’ve waited long enough. I didn’t win the Short Story Contest that I entered in February and shared with great enthusiasm in the previous Blog post entitled Letting it Go. How do… Continue reading →

Hope…it’s still out there

This morning, at the breakfast table, I looked out and not only saw a small bird (not sure if it was a Robin or chickadee. I’m no birdie.) dancing about the dirty snow.… Continue reading →

An Appeal to Winter

Winter bleary chilly coldLessen please the grip you holdLet the hope that we are toldCome true with the sun. Luscious green we long to seePeeking through the Maple TreeLeaves of plenty fresh they’ll… Continue reading →