Things I thought would never come out of my mouth: “My hiking boots arrived. Can I watch The Flash with you?” Oh the things being spoiled with consistency can do! ~Just L (May 5, 2015)
Love
He Really Gets Me
NaPoWriMo Day 16: I challenge you to write in the form known as the terzanelle. A hybrid of the villanelle and terza rima, terzanelles consist of five three-line stanzas and a concluding quatrain. Lines and rhymes are chained throughout the poem, so that the middle line of each triplet is repeated as the last line of … Continue reading He Really Gets Me
Irresistibly Dangerous
NaPoWriMo Day 13: In keeping with the mysterious quality of the number 13, today I challenge you to write a riddle poem. This poem should describe something without ever naming it. Perhaps each line could be a different metaphor for the same object? Maybe the title of the poem can be the “answer” to the … Continue reading Irresistibly Dangerous
Give Away
She does not dare open her mouth For fear the words will fall out But her smile is undeniable. ~Just L (December 13, 2014)
Winter is Over: Finally!
I just wanted to tell you a few things: You are blooming. Whatever Winter you were experiencing is officially over. You are glowing. Life fills your face with every smile and laugh. You are fruitful. You are experiencing wonderful growth and abundance. You are giving. You shower those around you with your gifts. You are exciting. You crackle with electricity. … Continue reading Winter is Over: Finally!
Worthless Stock
NaPoWriMo Day 7: So today, I challenge you to write about money! It could be about not having enough, having too much (a nice kind of problem to have), the smell, or feel, or sensory aspects of money. It could also just be a poem about how we decide what has value or worth. Once … Continue reading Worthless Stock
Smote: A “loveless” love poem
NaPoWritMo Day 4: Try to write a poem that expresses the feeling of love or lovelorn-ness without the traditional trappings you associate with the subject matter I threw away four English Toffee bars And one-half of a box of Drumsticks... It is not even garbage night ~Just L (April 4, 2015)
Just L Poetry 