At the edge of
Endless blue oceans of sea
Steps urging me to
Cry out earnestly
Is there anyone to rescue me?
The dimming sun
Looks on humorously
Cooling the land while
Whispering quietly
Day is passed, welcome dark
At the edge of
Endless blue oceans of sea
Steps urging me to
Cry out earnestly
Is there anyone to rescue me?
The dimming sun
Looks on humorously
Cooling the land while
Whispering quietly
Day is passed, welcome dark
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
Last night, or rather
This morning I went to bed
At two am and
Woke up now at six
Leaving me too tired to
Post a morning post
With a photograph
Or image that you may find
Quite Interesting
So this is all I
Can do, and that would be to
Count some syllables
Because you know me
I very much love to count
In five – seven – fives