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Paradise Found
Jean Colonomos


The flowers bloom inside us.
How their reds, pinks, oranges,
whites, golds and greens
vibrate happiness.

My husband, daughter and I
are tripping at a little known place
in Puerta Vallarta with
natural cascading rock pools.
While they jump off
a slate-colored stone into water below,
I paddle in a less populated pool.
I am suffused.

while we eat fresh fish and vegetables,
I notice we’ve become flower,
mountain, water and rock.
We ask the waiter why this paradise
isn’t in a guidebook.
Paradise, he explains, doesn’t belong in a book,
it has to be found.


© by Jean Colonomos.
Used with the author’s permission.



Jean Colonomos began her career in the Arts as a member of the Martha Graham Dance Company. She wrote about dance for various publications in New York City during the 1960s and '70s and, during this time, also became a poet and playwright. Jean lives in Topanga, California; learn more about her at  



Post New Comment:
Paradise is interior and often has no image.
Posted 12/22/2015 11:11 AM
John S.:
"Paradise, he explains, doesn’t belong in a book, it has to be found." And It has to be recognized. That's what makes you a poet.
Posted 12/21/2015 08:59 PM
Lori Levy:
I love the line, "I notice we've become flower,/mountain, water and rock." That says it all!
Posted 12/21/2015 02:01 PM
Beautiful poem. Beautiful sentiment.
Posted 12/21/2015 01:52 PM
This is lovely! Janice
Posted 12/21/2015 08:48 AM
so true
Posted 12/21/2015 08:37 AM
Takes me right into the moment, takes me within...
Posted 12/21/2015 07:37 AM

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