Tag Archive: inspiration

Pubbed Pause

Cobbled and set It lies there framed in still light Anticipation and calm resting in the details colour contrast unfocused view yet, enthralled by what has been CeLeBrAtIoN, here, romance, tipped and teased,… Continue reading

Outside In

Misted pause… swept into sway of calm The HONKING turn Rips meditation away and mind shakes desperate to retrieve, surrender to, Ethereal pull… whilst TRAPPED in the Real.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading

The Sprouting Tale

How I wish I could write…like a Tree grows deeply sown anchored in sturdy roots settling and extending girth beneath the surface then sprout of thought breaks soil rising slowly seeking the warmth… Continue reading

A café stroll

Inside the coloured-full candy fun world A scent in the minutes at play A danciness share of deliciousness made With fanciful antics all day.   The drip of the darkiest brew in the… Continue reading

New Day’s Gift

A fall day’s walk in springtime light cools gentle path and raises height   in steps that lift my eyes to see a breezing breath wash over me,   i pause and take… Continue reading

A Ripple Breaks

A ripple stirs upon the vastness it breaks, shimmering flow soothes   undulating towards its far reaching goal, aroused to stroke a stillness,   a lap, tap, and splash beckoned, it rises knowing… Continue reading

Branded

My heart partially broke today. When I began my creatively-inspiring-soul-nurturing-walk along the water path, I came upon a blue X. Then another. And another. Majestic and historic trees that welcomed me on my… Continue reading

A little “Christmas” in April

Today I listened to White Christmas. It’s not Christmastime. No where near December. But when the song came on my music rotation in the car, in the middle of April (a frosty Canadian… Continue reading

Dappled

I breathe in light a dappled morn the path, my feet its free, To mull the raise a leap beyond the snap, the cold its breeze.  I wander close a tread before the… Continue reading

Ebbing dance

It’s like this… It goes and there It flows and then it stops in halt! But when It’s back I dive attack and urge it on for more.   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose.… Continue reading