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Friday, 3 April 2015

Spoil yourself...

Day 3 of NaPoWriMo 2015
Craft a poem about spoiling your Self or the Self of another. Let Decadence run wild.


Why Gild a Lily?
Decadence is such an ugly word.
It fills our heads with images of Gluttony and Greed.
It smells of sour wine and spoiled food,
 clothes crammed into wardrobes never to be worn again.
But oh the thrill when taken in small doses.
A sip of Honey Mead, liquid gold.
The feel of soft,silky grass against the soles of my feet on a warm, still day.
The mouth watering indulgence of Raspberries straight from the bush.
Decadence doesn't have to cost the Earth...it comes from it.

:D Enjoy XXX


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16 comments:

  1. Another wonderful one! I am really enjoying these poems of yours. Xx

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    1. Buckle up sister...I'm going for the full 30 days...and there are some REALLY emotional pieces :D XXX

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  2. I will sip not gulp with you dear Gina x

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  3. Mmmm...honey mead! I think I shall have some as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

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  4. Mmmm...honey mead! I think I shall have some as soon as the opportunity presents itself.

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  5. I raise my mug to that! Enjoy those. Things you mentioned now!! before even the pleasures we take for granted will priced out of reach! Have a lovely weekend !
    xDebi

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  6. Raspberries, honey mead and barefoot in the grass. Damn, you know how to live. :-)

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  7. Decadence doesn't have to cost the earth...I love that line and that sentiment! I agree with the honey mead and the barefoot in the grass! Nice!!

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  8. I want to eat your poem all up! <3

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  9. Small pleasures are often the most intense, and memorable.

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  10. Honey Mead. Liquid Gold. I really liked this one.

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  11. I love your comment that "Decadence doesn't have to cost the Earth" that echos my owe feelings. Sometimes the greatest indulgences are not the big material things but those little things we savour and upon which memories are built.

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