Friday, January 30, 2026

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.

10 comments:

  1. Thank you Magaly - it's good to think of comfy things! Jae

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    1. You're welcome, Jae. And I completely agree. Comfy thoughts about comfy things it's super good. :)

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  2. https://rallentanda.blogspot.com/2026/01/friday-writings-poets-and-storytellers_31.html
    Sorry I have to submit my poem here because I cannot submit it any other way. Mr Linky has been removed...Scammers methinks . Why me? she moans head held in hands..

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    1. That's so strange! Did you try more than one browser? Just to make sure...

      And I've added your link.

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  3. Thank you Magaly. I dont even know what a browser is. I am so old that a browser to my understanding is a person who leafs through pages of a book.:)

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    1. Ha ha, she means do you use Chrome, Firefox, Safari, or what? And do you have the ability to change from one to another? (For instance, I have both Chrome and Firefox, mostly prefer Chrome but if it acts up I can go to Firefox instead. If that doesn't work either, I at least know it's not a browser issue.) I also used to have Safari, being an Apple-Mac girl, and Safari being their default browser, but I didn't like it much, found it a bit clunky, so I deleted it.)

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  4. Thanks Rosemary. I use Chrome. I will try to download Firefox. My tech expert said my problem which is the same as I had before is beyond his expertise so ....I suppose i will continue to write poems on my blog but cannot submit them to my regular sites or read the work of others unless they leave address ? on their comment. If you comment on mine can you leave your address. I think it is called a URL ( I don't speak or understand technicalese) Rall

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    1. Like Rosemary, I switch between Chrome and Firefox and one or the other is having issues. I hope downloading Firefox fixes things for you.

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  5. I am sharing an old post on almost a similar subject

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