Friday Writings #212: Luxurious Feels

Luxury (like any other complex term) is in the eye of the beholder. After weeks half-freezing in wintry swamps, a simple hot shower is the high of luxury. If you’ve ever scrambled (and eaten) a couple of eggs (okay, a cup of egg-like substance) in the middle of the desert, while the wind is feeling particularly frisky, then you know real luxury would involve scrambled eggs without a sandy crunch. 

But could you (while sitting at home, comfy and warm) really think of a shower and eggs as real luxuries? Some of us would say, “Of course not!” While other of us understand that some days, having enough energy to get out of bed and shower AND then scramble some eggs is not just a luxury but a miracle. See? Luxury is totally subjective. 

So, with that in mind, my dear poets and storytellers, for today’s optional prompt, I invite you to write poetry and prose about something that feels luxurious to you. I suspect the possibilities will be as vast as personalities… 

Please add the direct link to your response to Mister Linky. One post per participant. 369 words maximum (excluding title). Let your poetry or prose be old or new, inspired by the prompt or by a topic of your choosing. Visit other contributors. Read their writings… Let them know what their words do for your feels. 

next week, we invite you to write poetry or prose which includes one (or more) of the following 3 sets of words: 1. flesh/spirit, 2. spring/winter, 5. love/indifference.

Friday Writings #211: Night and Day

 

  

 

Good morning or evening, dear Word Weavers – depending on when you happen to see this. Or even, Good afternoon!

Night owl as I am, I am starting to write this at 10.31pm (my time, here on the eastern seaboard of Australia) – not rushing to get off to bed, but happily beginning the pleasures of my late evening writing and reading. 

 

 

 

I’ve always enjoyed night-time. Perhaps it began with reading books under the blankets with a torch as a child, and never mind that my parents had ordered lights out hours before. Then, I habitually stayed up late during my student days, working on essays with deadlines. When the time came that I had young children of my own, it was only in the quiet night hours that I could work on my poems in peace and bring them to completion.

I know people who love the dawn. On the rare occasions I’ve seen it, yes I too find it beautiful. But I also love sunsets, starry skies, and the moon. For me there’s something very peaceful about the wakeful solitude of deep night.

Well, you know all this about me of course, as you’ve been reading my poems, which sometimes celebrate it.

How about you? Do you love the late nights or the early mornings, or perhaps the afternoons? And why do you?

 

 

Is it always the same? Or, on specific days, does it depend what's happening when? E.g. on your birthday, is it when you blow out the candles or when you start opening your presents? On the first day of your vacation, is it the moment when you first awaken and savour your leisure, or the one when you arrive at a place or begin an activity delightfully unconnected with your work? And so on.

Optional prompt: Please write about the time of day you like best, and why.

Guidelines: Verse or prose, old or new, on prompt or off, 369 words maximum (excluding title and notes), one post per person. Link to the post, below. At your post, please put a link to us here, to help other writers and readers find us; and please visit other participants and let them know when their writings move you.

Next week: We will ask you about something that feels luxurious.

 

Photos:  Moon © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2018; Sun © Rosemary Nissen-Wade 2019.