She thought she was clever Spending her life Plotting his grief She was never content He found relief Time marched on Her heart a stone Not understanding Why she's alone She thought she was clever Spending her life Wishing his happiness cease She clung to righteousness He was at peace Years passed by Her bitterness … Continue reading She Thought She Was Clever
Life
Civil War – A Battle in Progress
My body has become a battlefield The peace I have cultivated Within my sacred temple Is at war with my anxiety These long many months I’ve been assaulted Bloodied Rejuvenated Exalted Uncharacteristically low-balled Totaled Decimated Destroyed Inside this state There is no win Just moments before This campaign My sanctuary remained Sought after Logical Cultured … Continue reading Civil War – A Battle in Progress
Love Has No Ethnicity
Yesterday, at SFO, while waiting for my daughter to clear customs, a man with a luggage cart stacked with clear-tape wrapped luggage, approached me and asked if he could use my phone to make a call to his wife. He showed me the handwritten number (I recognized it as a Bay Area phone number) written … Continue reading Love Has No Ethnicity
Thoughts from a chair in France
Seeing all of the #grateful posts (on Facebook and other social media) and my own grateful posts of years’ past, I am simply grateful that I am in another season. I know my life looks extraordinary and too often extraordinarily easy. To those who know and love me, they know this isn’t necessarily so. Some … Continue reading Thoughts from a chair in France
I Don’t Want To Think About You
I recall the way I touched your hand. I have not forgotten how you smell. I remember the way you looked at me. Together we tasted sweetness, and fell. Music reminds me of the times we shared. I don’t want to think about you. But I hope you are well. ~Just L (November 5, 2017) … Continue reading I Don’t Want To Think About You
Armor is not Amore
The excitement of being ‘his’ faded when lights weren’t on him. In that space between stage-light and candlelight. This ate at me, but I couldn’t figure it out. Figured he, too, needed a safe retreat from the world. He was a typical friendly and popular figure. Atypically handsome, strong, and kind. He was the perfectly … Continue reading Armor is not Amore
Our Union An Oeuvre
When I need the warmth of an embrace Cadence of words, sweet reassurance Your luscious mouth my wounds erase Blowing rhythmically lifting my stance Under moonlight sharing a dance Pressing the small of my back’s curve Inhaling your vetiver fragrance Our union an Oeuvre! ~Just L (A Ballade, October 9, 2017)
But, we didn’t get to wake up to the end of the story…
The Las Vegas shooting terrorized more than concert goers as active shooters were reported down the strip as far as Caesars Palace. For those who say, but you weren't at the concert (dismissing thousands of people's terrifying experience), "Yes, but we didn't get to wake up to the end of the story..." Here's my short … Continue reading But, we didn’t get to wake up to the end of the story…
This Will Be In My Memoirs
With you, that day in the forest Was remarkable Thinking aloud, I went This will be in my memoirs Writing as I do Some nights are painful reminders Of something fleeting Penned on the page Where emotions were raw Because I never believed I would feel any other way Your voice's intonation Matched the sunset … Continue reading This Will Be In My Memoirs
Musings, Moonlight and Martinis
I. "Where are you bb?" Your very first words. At the end of the night your angel had flown away like a bird. "I'm here why did you go... without saying good bye?" Drunk on martinis and moonlight, I didn't recall why! You'd already fallen for me. And, for you, I fell from the sky. … Continue reading Musings, Moonlight and Martinis
Just L Poetry 