Saturday, 4 April 2015

Little things can mean a lot

Curling up beneath a blanket warm.
On a rain lashed night.
Watching a film in black and white.

Coming in exhausted, kicking off shoes.
Falling back into the chair.
As someone else hands you a cup of tea.

A parcel at the door, quickly unwrapped.
The feel of a new book in your hand.
The time to sit and enjoy.

A brand new note book.
Still clean and bright.
Awaiting stories you will write.

Small indulgences these.
But oh what joy they bring.
Little things can mean a lot.

 Inspired by Magaly Guerrero and her prompts for Aprils NaPoWriMo 2015.

3rd of April 2015
Craft a poem about spoiling your Self or the Self of another. Let decadence run wild.


Magaly Guerrero said...

Yes, they can! My Piano Man and I make the act of opening a new book into a ritual... full of smiles and giggles.

Love the gentleness of this poem.

B.R. Marsten said...

I love the little indulgences you chose. Sweet and endearing in the selection. *nod* said...

These are too safe, too predictable. I feel like I'm missing the sneaks to the freezer at 2AM after you've just finished 3 hours of steady editing on a story that will never see the light of day. The fumbling around for the spoon that finally gets forsaken for the icy chill of a finger dip of Ben and Jerry's. Or...maybe that's just me. Seriously, this seems too safe to me.

Jane K said...

It's the fact they are safe and predictable that can make them indulgences. When the world starts feeling like it's spinning out of control a little cocoon of safety and predictable comfort can be the best indulgence of all.