What if the reason for meeting him (#1) was that the Universe made sure he (#1) abruptly broke it off with me knowing I would seek solace on a beach in Mexico and meet him (#2) who would ensure I would return and entice me to stay just long enough to meet him (#3) who had not built his home when I arrived, and would distract me just long enough for him (#1)to realize his solace was with me all along?
~Just L (September 27, 2018)
Author’s Note: Never underestimate the Universe or the magic of edibles. *laughing*
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.”
NAPOWRIMO Day 19: Mating Calls in the Romantic Zone
In Puerto Vallarta, working and mating sound the same.
Outside my terrace, construction workers using jackhammers.
Headboards of lovers bang against the wall.
The Funicular to a nearby rooftop restaurant hums off and on.
And the bird who gathers at the pool each morning is the loudest of them all!
~Just L (April 19, 2018)
Author’s Note: Prompt – Write a paragraph that briefly recounts a story, describes the scene outside your window, or even gives directions from your house to the grocery store. Now try erasing words from this paragraph to create a poem or, alternatively, use the words of your paragraph to build a new poem.
NAPOWRIMO Day 12: The Evil Tope (pronounced toe-pay)
There are stop signs that don’t always mean stop, one-way streets that may or may not be one-way, and road signs that make little sense no matter how high your level of Spanish fluency. There are streets filled with slow-moving vehicles, sleeping street dogs, and banyan-type strangler figs enlarged aerial roots extending from the branches to the ground. But amid all of that, there is one aspect of driving in Mexico that must be mastered or all hope is lost: the tope. Failure to respect, and even fear, the tope can be disastrous. The tope is basically a speed bump. But any resemblance between a speed bump in the US and a tope in Mexico is purely coincidental. The US version is designed to slow traffic. It is usually well-marked, almost always painted a contrasting color to the road and located in places where drivers tend to expect them – in front of a school, and not in the middle of an expressway. In Mexico, the tope is intended not to slow traffic but to stop it. It takes on many forms: from a gently sloped bump to a miniature steel barrier designed to send cars hurtling through the air and backseat passengers into the roof. It is often unpainted, blending in perfectly with the road surface and, far too often, not accompanied by any signs.
Carried by thousands of cars
Oil pans and axles
Covered in scars
Reminders of unintended unions
on their nether regions
Topes are, in a word, diabolical. One almost suspects they were installed, not by the roads department, but by car repair firms looking to stir up business.
~Just L (April 12, 2018)
Author’s Note: NaPoWriMo Prompt – Write a haibun that takes in the natural landscape of the place you live. It may be the high sierra, dusty plains, lush rainforest, or a suburbia of tiny, identical houses – but wherever you live, here’s your chance to bring it to life through the charming mix-and-match methodology of haibun.