Instinct says 'no, watch out, & beware'
But how she can listen
With a heart so full of care
Instinct says back off
there is no way this can be good
But she is unable to hear
How to behave when she should
Instinct says watch it; you're acting on a whim
there is no room for you
when another belongs to Him
But when she hears his voice
So smooth as the purest butter
It's very easy to pretend
that there is no one other
Yet deep inside she knows
Her instincts are right
Still she rolls the dice
And cries in the night
Picture: me @ the City Art Museum
Sunday Scribbling word prompt: "instinct."
Hi, being new to Sunday Scribblings I am exploring the blogs of other writers/poets who have posted their links. I really enjoyed this poem and I look forward to reading more on your blog. Keep it up!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, "purples"!!! I truly appreciate your kindness. Welcome to Sunday Scribblings; I try to make it here each week. Looking forward to reading your thoughts as well. Welcome, friend :-)
ReplyDeleteHeart-rending and beautifully executed. There are times when I have certainly wished my instincts were wrong!
ReplyDeleteHi there, mindlovemisery! Thank you for your kind words. I agree with you completely - our instincts are very powerful, aren't they? :-)
DeleteEMOTIONAL, CARING AND LOVING SHE IS...............
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