Jazzed by Francis Conlon

Francis Conlon | April 22nd, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

April 17, 2018


My friend I see you’re jazzed and high,
With dancing rhythm from top to feet,
I hope it’s genuine and not a lie,
And with truth, you again will meet.

Icarus flew too near the sun,
And melted down from skyward flight,
Light and heat stopped his high run,
That ended low in sea-wave’s sight.

The Wright Bros. lifted and jazzed the air,
Freeing men from just earth’s path,
Of a careful logos they were aware,
Skipping across gravity’s down-draft.

‘Tis awesome to sense the bouquet of smell,
And pause to ponder the moment clear,
Receiving Sophie who I might tell,
Of rousing earth and my soul so real.

My friend, myself, can hear the rhythmic drum,
And dance the beat in today’s companion run.

(I’ll dance the tune and skip jazz lust,
With lubricated spirit before I rust.)

Poet Bio

Fran Conlon is a retired and recovering school teacher. For the past 18 years, he has worked as a seasonal river ranger, and as a boat inspector for ANS (aquatic nuisance species), at Yampa River State Park and at Elkhead Reservoir outside nearby Hayden, Colorado, in northwestern Colorado.

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