Edmund V. Strolis

Paper Flower Crowns - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

These matters at hand let them fall, let them stand.
I do not want to bear their weight anymore.
This gravity that shapes our orbit, the tides, the sea.
That my dear is reality enough for you and me.

Weld the mailbox shut, cut the wire, damn the bills.
Let your magazines expire, may I push you on the swing?
Grief take a holiday, I bought new candles for the bath.
Raise a glass to friends, family and strangers most of all.

Tomorrow is as maybe, pennies in the fountain shine.
Best to spend every cent and trade chocolates for kisses.
Have a laugh on me, let's forget our slap stick history.
To hell with left or right all we need is common sense.

Dig a moat around my doorstep where so much grief was left.
Spread a blanket for a king and queens repose.
Let me flatter you with nonsense and wine laced revelry.
Sweet existence will set us free to sigh and sing at will.

The cat now fat with winter fur gets ready for the season.
Fill your soul with happiness grow large with self content.
On our stage we gladly use the hook extracting whining players.
Let's make our crowns of paper flowers and feast on macaroni.

Topic(s) of this poem: escape, liberation, life, romance

Comments about Paper Flower Crowns by Edmund V. Strolis

  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/11/2015 3:23:00 PM)

    Well...I just LOVED this one! I'm feeling this way myself today. Been a rough one. You painted some beautiful welcoming pictures and also reminded us all to appreciate HOME SWEET HOME and all it has to offer. Dig a moat around your doorstep where so much grief was left.....interesting image there. Does the moat hold the tears or keep them from entering the house...or does it matter? The last line of this poem steals the show....Let's make our crowns of paper flowers and feast on macaroni. This line harkens to childhood when life was centered around home and love; uncomplicated and simple. Well done! You are on a roll. (Report) Reply

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/11/2015 2:17:00 PM)

    Very amazingly narrated poem shared here. These matters at hand let them fall, let them stand. Wonderful...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015

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