One day in Johannesburg by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Johannesburg city of gold,With rich promise of new life,Value given to tales told,That surpass views of ancient strife. Rounding the continent at the south,Of massive land Africa,Where freedom emerges from the mouth,That no person is an anathema. So...

Fighting the Sun by Francis Conlon

[tabby title="Poem"] Ice cubes spilled from the tray,Glistening cold like a rock,Then, sweating drops from sun’s ray,A change of form, like a shock. Winter approaches, but daylight lengthens,Fears end about growth of dark night,Hope for shinning rays will strengthen,The natural...

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...