Awakened

A sparkle, rebirth unfolds in glorious light catching my breath there.   Feathered arrival budding, limp, to rise so grand liberating breeze.   Aware of privilege, to witness the beginning, as morning’s joy… 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 Pause in Whimsy

Cheerful in wonder a brightness of air colour and whimsy a smile to share, sweetness forsaken enchanted delight nodding a message in moment of light.   Paula Antonello Moore, Poetry. Copyright: Wednesday, April… 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 →

Swept Away

A park perplexed out in the blue does beckon much as smile forms By water’s edge a breath of all to sit and sea be swept away The bronze-kissed slats do cradle still… Continue reading →

The We of Me

Oh to rest with Me As me, I say, hey there, you “I hear you, me” how can we be me “because me is varied you,” why varied, me “because the facets range… Continue reading →

Out of the Sky

Colour bursts bright here Splashes of rose red given As gift to the soul   For out of the sky Whispering spark ignites and Words fall into place.   Paula Antonello Moore, Haiku.… Continue reading →

Novel Update: #25: Hanging on

Still at it. Editing away into Revision Draft 6, post-chapter-by-chapter overhaul. It’s better this time around. I’m actually excited tackling the story with a newfound inspiration and focus. (Must be the sunshine.) Still…… Continue reading →

Flaunting

You cannot hear me yet but I see you pass I wink nod but all is left unattended. Twisted and locked in my way You think me withered but I am not, only… Continue reading →