Tears escape from my eyes
Leaving trails of salt
Etched on my face
As thoughts of you
Fill my mind and leave
Me wanting more of you
Tag sorrow
You Don’t Bring Me Flowers
You don’t bring me flowers anymore
I don’t smile the smile that sets yours heart aglow
You don’t caress the way you always used to do
I don’t embrace your soul the way I was able to
You don’t love me anymore
I won’t ever stop loving you
You don’t, I won’t, we can’t – my heart
Is crushed like flowers you don’t bring me
When I see we are no more
Flowerscape
Feeling Life
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Gut Feeling.”
If an instinct is a feeling
I follow my instinct all the time
For every day in every way
I allow the feeling to lead and guide
If I am in doubt over what to do
Some quietness to get in tune
To what I feel, and never question
How I feel, because therein lies the truth
I have ended friendships, been married, given birth, moved countries, changed jobs, remained at one for many years, I have authored a book and a blog, learning design and soon mobile development, I have questioned others when they have not liked the questions, or the answers or the reply, and I have paid the price of doing so, following one’s instinct is not always the easiest thing to do, there is sometimes pain and pain some more, but it is the only way to go
I live my life by feeling
I write to give my feeling life


