Charged Momentum
I drive behind the bus There they sit Shoulder to shoulder, on their way I watch enthralled Pondering the pain and glory arising in the teenage soul So much potential, emotions, anticipations, aspirations… Continue reading
I drive behind the bus There they sit Shoulder to shoulder, on their way I watch enthralled Pondering the pain and glory arising in the teenage soul So much potential, emotions, anticipations, aspirations… Continue reading
Today, I don’t feel like walking but want the grey light to sit and linger for the daydreaminess to wash over me and my spirit to drink it in. Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright:… Continue reading
This has been a wonderful walk. I love being out in the fresh air, leaves changing colour, breeze dancing through the trees. But now I’ve come to the end. Well, it’s not the… Continue reading
I never said that. I didn’t mean to say that You heard what I said I appologize for ever having said that What I said has been said before But I’m not the only… Continue reading
The path beckons me Forward comes in daily steps Fresh, alive, in breaths of thought. Journey seems futile Like chipping ice from a berg That will never melt. As leaves fall and… Continue reading
The music is blaring out into the night My spirit comes alive Dormant awakening the me that’s within Without, I can’t survive. Delight in disguises that wrap round the room As all are… Continue reading
Flipping the image of dark on a screen Lustre of life and the pain that is seen Combusting all in a river of dust Yearly recounted, expected, a must Time ticking by doesn’t… Continue reading
In a third marking ablaze in a multitude of images, words connected in thought driven by meaning, to make a place for rest, here to come back again with warm drink, to read, ponder an… Continue reading
Finger pointed, mouth askew Shouting cheerful, wacky brew. Voices plenty, sparkling eyes Boundless nutty, in disguise. Man of silly, Man of soul Man who’s world was less than whole. Longing yearning, not a peace… Continue reading
A summer’s breath, Whisks moments by. In laughter, sun, Inviting sky. A pause in light Then setting hue, It splashes in Then, gone from view. This time of now In summer’s haze,… Continue reading