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Poets and Storytellers had the prompt "Luxurious" - I merged the two.
Luxurious
Go with the feeling.
What is luxurious?
It’s a slippery sort of notion.
It is not built on hope
But on quality, on the feeling,
On things bound to please,
But more than "just enough".
It is a step beyond the normal.
But it is also a frame of mind,
Things are luxurious if you think them so.
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Luxury wears a warm, fleecy cape
On a chilly winter morning.
It can be as simple as the pleasure
Of ice in your end of day drink.
It can be looking at a winter wonderland—
From the log fire side of the window.
It can be laying your head
On a freshly washed pillowcase
That someone else has ironed.
It can be having three morning coffees
Where one is normal and two is indulgent.
When your knees ache from a cross-country hike,
Luxury is that long soak in a hot bath.
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But this is where it gets awkward:
If these things are your normal life,
If the wheel of fortune smiled on you
And you live a life of ease,
Then they may not register as a luxury.
Do the ultra-rich experience luxury
If there is no step higher for them?
I this regard, I claim the luxury
Of ignorance.
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