That Small Feeling That Something’s Wrong
My intuition sounds its gong.
I have an inkling something’s wrong.
I look around for what’s amiss,
but cannot tell what signals this.
My arm and neck hairs stir and rise,
as if to warn me of surprise.
This tiny hunch keeps me alert,
but insight is a fickle flirt.
When nothing happens, it goes away
and I live out my normal day.
That tiny niggling little prickle
might lead to nought, for insight’s fickle,
and sometimes things are just so small
that they aren’t there at all.
This poem was written in October of 2016. The RDP2 prompt today is insight.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Very enjoyable reading.
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Thanks, Mike.
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Love your description of ‘the premonition of dangers’….
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Thanks for joining the Ragtag Daily Prompt. Love that poem — know that prickle — that edge of almost knowing something just before it slips away. Also reminds me of watching a movie — the person glances around, feeling the danger, or maybe that tiny leftover scent of a stalker’s cigarette. Will the person figure it out in time …. or not?
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And the water droplet on the picture is really lovely too.
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Love the reflection in that water drop! 🙂
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That is my hand reflected in the droplet, holding the camera and waving hi at the same time.
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