Where Two Rivers Meet the Sea

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.

Roosters crow,
Chickens lay eggs,
Force is strong,
And so are your legs.

Mountains reach,
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)

yelapa 2

Author’s Note: Yelapa, Mexico. Yelapa means where two rivers meet the sea.

Jamaican Dreams – Reprise

There is a place by the westward sea — salty sweet. Reggae jazz floods the sidewalk. One Rasta man and an empress — eyes meet. Where the darkest night met the light. And, a new day began.

-Just L (February 25, 2017)

via Jamaican Dreams

A selection from sweeter days with my dark chocolate….

Awash In A Wave (May 26 2018)

Lost in You (May 24, 2018)

The Poetry Between Us (May 22, 2018)

My Distant Love Appears Unannounced (April 18, 2018)

Voices In Our Heads (April 2, 2018)

Unconvinced (July 23, 2018)

September Heat (September 19, 2017)

“All will be fine love” (September 12, 2017)

I Keep The Time (May 9, 2017)

Oh Gloria (April 16, 2017)

There Is A Woman Who Lights Up The Whole Earth (April 13, 2017)

He Speaks Four Languages. We Share One. (April 1, 2017)

Is this what love is made of or does this seem absurd? (March 2, 2017)

World At Her Feet (February 27, 2017)

Thank you for enjoying my 390 poems on love and loss published here since 2015. See the “About Just L” section for my poetry published elsewhere since 1997.

Willa

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?

NAPOWRIMO Day 26: Tile Park PV: A Celebration of Puerto Vallarta’s 100th Birthday

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 

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

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.