I saw you on the street
In passing, We embraced
You introduced me to your “friend”
Beautiful like a tiny painting
With a limp dishrag handshake.
I greeted you full, squarely on
With my usual over-the-top energy
“So great to see you; and meet you”
I didn’t even suck in my stomach
I don’t need your approval,
~ Just L (February 5, 2019)
Tropical flowers are red,
The sky is blue,
The sun is hot,
And so are you.
Water taxis are white,
Yachts are rare,
The water is shiny
And so is your hair.
Chickens lay eggs,
Force is strong,
And so are your legs.
Up to the skies,
The sand is sparkly,
And so are your eyes.
Iguanas in hedges,
Mean no harm,
Arrival is safe,
And so are your arms.
Locals are pretty,
Guests have style,
My party is winning,
And so is your smile.
Two rivers meet the sea
In southern Jalisco
The Bay is beautiful,
Just like you.
~ Just L (November 29, 2018)
Author’s Note: Yelapa, Mexico. Yelapa means where two rivers meet the sea.
And she replied,
I can, and have. I am at a very free stage in my life. I have been deeply in love and I have had my heart broken. I have spent the last year guarded, practicing my yoga, and in reflection. I have done my fair share of playing, but when pursued, a small voice keeps pushing back, and telling me to wait for that spark.
You said that our first four days felt like fourteen years – that you felt like you had known me forever. I share that feeling.
I sense that I have something, perhaps many things to learn from you. And in turn, about me.
I am, of course, still getting to know you. I believe in the law of attraction. Something deeply draws me to you. I like that you are traveled, articulate, care about your health, and are spiritual. We share a passion for music of all kinds. You are talented and passionate about what you do. Family is a priority. You have an adventurous spirit like me, and yet you are peaceful and can be comfortably present and quiet. I like that very much.
My hand fits in yours perfectly, and in your arms feels like home in the sense that I don’t have to think much at all.
~ Just L (from a simpler time, published November 25, 2018)
They met on a beach
Not at home but not on vacation
Talked about life, relationships, and music
Found they had much in common
Nothing at stake they were vulnerable and open
Isn’t that the way it is in the beginning?
Over the months they made plans to reunite
And did on several occasions
Super Bowl, on holiday, birthday tattoo
Made a point to connect in every season
In between, plain texts gave way to kissing emojis
Interspersed with sweetie, babe, or hun
Each time they kissed goodbye
Just a little longer lingering
Acting as if it would never work
Their smiles betrayed their reasoning
~ Just L (November 17, 2018)
The windows rattled but I was not shook;
Your strong arms, my protection.
Reminded of your house’s strong foundation;
I settled in to the kiss of rain’s affection.
As the waves crashed in this Cabo Corrientes cove,
We found our own native rhythm.
Skin to skin we crackled;
Was it the lightning or him?
You drug the boat back into the southernmost (of Bahía de Banderas)
In the calm of the morning light.
We headed toward the rainbow;
God’s blessing, our delight.
~ Just L (October 26, 2018)
Yelapa, Mexico, as we were alerted of Willa’s approach. Video courtesy of Romeo Tovar Chavarin.
Author’s Note: My great niece, Willa, turned 1 this month. Coincidence?
I glance at my phone and feel a little thrill
“Hi sweetie!” I last saw him in April
Ah yes, I was getting my birthday tattoo
“It’d be great if we could get together”
“I look forward to seeing you, too.”
We meet at my favorite dinner spot
I’m playing it cool, yet feeling hot
We order a truly fine Baja wine
Share risotto and crème brûlée
Flirtatious innuendos pass the time.
“Does this bother you?”
I read the screen and laugh, “No.”
His hand is in my waist-length hair
Sitting in the seat in front of him
I know something’s in the air.
Sipping whisky with the dancers
They ask me questions, I answer
I turn, ‘Hey Handsome did I mention…”
He runs his hand up my thigh
Reminds me he’s paying attention.
Walking into the cool night air
A little tipsy, without a care
We slip into the backseat
He leans in to grab my face
Our mouths at last meet.
~Just L (September 29, 2018)
Author’s Note: You know how I love a good kissing poem, and a good kisser.
My lying frog, you inspire me to write.
How I hate the way you drum, talk and bore me,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the fake story.
Let me compare you to a flaccid member?
You are more cruel, entitled and unsatisfactory.
Bold winds shake the leafage of September,
And autumntime has the rains and humidity.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your arrogant mouth, lies and untruthful friends.
Thinking of your dreadful lies fills my days.
My hate for you is the glorious end.
Now I must away with a perfect heart,
Remember my seering words whilst we’re apart.
My splendid prince, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you drum and smile,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the beat’s percentile.
Let me compare you to a contender?
You are more talented, victorious and smart.
Warm winds shake the leafage of September,
And in this season the brave lionheart.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your dreads, lilted words and tender mouth.
Thinking of your sublime skin fills my days.
My love for you is the gifted due south.
Now I must away with a divine heart,
Remember my impassioned words whilst we’re apart.
~Just L (September 17, 2018)
Author’s Note: Try poem generator yourself! It is fun and it’s free.
She appeared in the doorway as if the wind had blown her onto my blank canvas all at once in full color. Soaked from rain’s song. Shaking her head and laughing wildly. She was unaware of her crackling impact on the still inside air. Surprisingly refreshing like a summer storm. Embracing Nature. Inspiring art.
~Just L (June 25, 2018)
NAPOWRIMO Day 26: Tile Park PV: A Celebration of Puerto Vallarta’s 100th Birthday
At first I feel a little nervous and sweaty
It’s 83 degrees in April and the morning air is perspiring, too
I take a gulp of latte with my pineapple pastry
Common props for this not morning girl
Wishing now I had asked for an iced coffee
Already much of the plaza has been transformed by color
Themed mosaics cover the once gray concrete pillars
I’m excited to be participating in this art installation – Tile Park PV
Today we are working on the four elements, fire, water, air…
Two friends and a stranger are assigned earth, our team of three
Sifting through the tiles and beads before me
Conchas Chinas Beach comes to mind
When I first visited I thought of Yachats, Oregon, immediately!
Lava rocks encircle tide pools surrounded by soft sand
Small agates appear where the waves break
Enveloped by a great expanse of a cheese-cloth covered sky
The only difference here is the water is warm
It invites you to kick off your shoes and wade
The other teams are talking with their hands
As they plan how they’ll integrate their designs
I grasp my first tile; it feels cool to the touch
Dip my scraper in the mortar and begin to lose track of time
~Just L (April 26, 2018)
Author’s Note: NaPoWriMo Prompt – Write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.
I skipped the last three days of NaPoWriMo as I was in Lazaro Cardenas Park in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, making history. Find out more about the project here: https://www.parqueazulejospv.com/
NAPOWRIMO Day 23: The Romantic Zone: A Street Symphony
In the Romantic Zone of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, working and mating sound the same —
Outside my terrace, construction workers are using jackhammers
The locals are lining up to grab a few tacos al pastor from a street food stall
The man selling el gas competes with the mattress salesman
While in my casa headboards of lovers bang against the wall
The funicular toting laundry to the rooftop hums off and on
And the Great-tailed Grackle who gathers at the pool is the loudest of them all!
~Just L (April 23, 2018, a rewrite of NAPOWRIMO Day 19)
Listen to the sounds of the gas truck here.
Listen to the sounds of the mattress truck here.
Author’s Note: NAPOWRIMO Prompt – We challenge you to honor this idea with a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud (a prayer, a pledge, the Girl Scout motto). Or you could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere, e.g. “that boy won’t amount to a pinch.”