Zihuatenejo Poem by David Kowalczyk
Zihuatenejo
Mellow as a mango.
The women, ages nine to ninety,
always dressed in black.
Lavender breezes and waves
nestled on pearled sands.
Flames and flowers emerging
from the laughing surf.
Restless unicorns wandering the beach.
Instant love and never-ending sunsets.
The liquid hush of the jacaranda dawn.
You should work for the Mexican Tourism Agency, if you don't already. You capture the spirit of place perfectly.
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4/19/2024 8:57:18 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I thought I might pick my favorite line and comment on it, but I found it too difficult for this poem, I loved liquid hush, flames and flowers emerging, restless unicorns. Finally, I gave up and I must simply say, lovely, beautiful write. You captured and shared an enchanting moment. Peace, L&T