Showing posts with label indulged. Show all posts
Showing posts with label indulged. Show all posts

Thursday, February 5, 2026

“Roses in a Vase”


No one in our household can resist the small roses at HEB. Some weeks, the blooms draw attention to the multicolored petals. Other times, a bright yellow set catches my attention, as my mother, sister and I all carried yellow roses at our simple weddings. A brilliant flaming red or a cool soft pink may tempt one of us. I love capturing their brilliance before they fade away. 




























Copyright 2026 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Monday, April 21, 2025

"Indulged or Spoiled"





A coin flip—
            Indulged
                        with
                                    nourishment
                                                attention
                                                            opportunity
                                                                        freedom
OR
            Spoiled
                        by
                                    coddling
                                                yielding
                                                            pandering
                                                                        capitulating
            Indulged
                        with
                                    comfort
                                                ease
                                                            safety
                                                                        certainty
OR
            Spoiled
                        by
                                    luxury
                                                indifference
                                                            idleness
                                                                        privilege


Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman



                                                                       

Saturday, March 8, 2025

"No Shame"

  



See this world  
            Revolving around you   
            ‘Cause you’re sooooo SPECIAL?   
                        A Disney Princess   
                                    Twisted on the inside    
                                    By your Hypocrisy 
            Your venomous spittle sprays 
                        And you shout your righteous indignation
                               Against those who sustain you, clothe you,      
                                     nurture you  
You—The Beggar—   
            Who bites up to the elbow   
                        Your ravenous maw congealed with  
                                    the flesh of the hands that feed you  
You carry No Shame  
                        For badgering, and belittling, and bullying  
                 No Shame   
                        For the lives you taint with your poison 
                 No Shame  
                        For the pain you reap  
            ‘Cause you’re sooooo SPECIAL— 
With this world  
            Revolving around you  

 
Copyright 2015 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

 

Friday, March 7, 2025

"Forgiveness"

  




 I wanted to blanket you in gentle warmth,  
            swaddle  you, protect you  
Never dreaming that you suffocated  
            under the weight of my attention  
I longed for you to mirror my heart  
            —mimic my words  
            —morph into my Mini-Me  
And I snipped away your identity  
And shaped you into a paper doll  
            that no one else can love  
When convenient—  
I mended your heartbreaks  
And fought your monsters  
I also shared our intimacies  
            —in gossip  
            stripping you to bare bones  
My love— 
            So wrong in intensity—  
whipped between over-indulgence and neglect  
On and off  
And on again  
            Leaving you heartless  










Copyright 2015 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

 

 

 

Friday, June 21, 2024

“Little Roses”

 

            What is my special treat from the grocery store? Flowers. We enter our local HEB from one set of doors to purchase groceries. Our route swings us by the plants and cut flowers at the end of our shopping. A quick evaluation of our cart to judge whether I’m in budget or not means I may indulge in either cut flowers or a small plant. The mini roses often draw my attention. First, their inexpensive price tag means the experiment to keep them alive won’t break the bank.  In the past, I’ve repotted the little roses and successfully moved them to spots outside. Currently, I have one that has survived for almost a year. It’s not blooming yet, but I’m hopeful it’ll hang in there long enough to bloom again.




            I feel absolutely spoiled when a dozen roses end up in our cart. Sometimes, the store has my ultimate favorite—yellow. More often, red or pink bouquets add splashes of color to our practical grocery purchases. I try to take the time not only to “smell the roses” but to preserve them through my photography.  

 















Copyright 2024 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

             

Saturday, April 20, 2019

"Indulged or Spoiled?"




A coin flip—
            Indulged
                        with
                                    nourishment
                                                attention
                                                            opportunity
                                                                        freedom
OR
            Spoiled
                        by
                                    coddling
                                                yielding
                                                            pandering
                                                                        capitulating
            Indulged
                        with
                                    comfort
                                                ease
                                                            safety
                                                                        certainty
OR
            Spoiled
                        by
                                    luxury
                                                indifference
                                                            idleness
                                                                        privilege


Copyright 2019 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman