The Forgotten Oasis by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] The forgotten oasis may be the soul,A place of refuge from daily heat,A time to reflect on life's feat,To unpack the story writ in mind’s scroll. Rest a moment amid existential shouts,See the scope of surrounding sands,A moral...

The Deluge Inside Me by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] The deluge inside me—a constant roar,Rain hits the roof with a splat,Frequently repeating rat-a-tat-tat,A quieting spirit says easy, no more. I remember Noah, his Ark all afloat,Biding his time with the deluge,Nestled the creatures in this refuge,Grounded, finally,...

The Swan’s Tale by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] The swan’s tale was once thought white,Something more was a fiction,A black swan not seen at night,Nor in the day, ‘til nature’s predilection. Together swans are a gaggle,Known for beauty and for grace,‘Tho noisy sounds as if a...

When the children leave by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] The playground merry-go-round had squeaky speed,We spun around like astronaut training,Hanging, not tossed into the side weed,With delicate vertigo balance maintaining. Momentum was the physical task,Faster, faster was the cry,A dizzy walk was too much to ask,We fell...

Henna Heart by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] The temp tattoo seems so real,Stylish patterns of body art,Having a certain aesthetic appeal,Surprising the soul, with a start. The canvas is the human skin,A skillful pattern I obtain,Showing a modern fashion spin,Temporal appearance is the stain. Like...