Edmund V. Strolis

Smelling Salts - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

The train has left the station, you stand flat footed in coal dust.
The ship has left the harbor and you're soaked in its frothy wake.
On the train she reads a magazine, stretches, reapplies her make up.
On the ship she teases the Cabana boy sipping Tequila in the sun.

Poor fool waving from the platform a ghostly wimpy apparition.
Poor sod you cry buckets of loss and zombie-shuffle aimlessly.
Poor lad you seek out wiser friends, and sob but never listen.
Poor fellow why can't you see? She loved every guy, yes even me.

Topic(s) of this poem: advice

Comments about Smelling Salts by Edmund V. Strolis

  • Savita Tyagi (11/15/2015 11:05:00 AM)

    This poem written with light heart speaks volume of truth. For most mistake needs to be committed to learn the lesson. Much enjoyed. (Report) Reply

    Edmund Strolis (11/15/2015 6:00:00 PM)

    You are absolutely right mistakes are inevitable but lessons learned are not. The lucky ones learn and use the wisdom not in bitterness but in achieving their goal, richer from their knowledge.

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  • Kelly Kurt (11/14/2015 11:04:00 AM)

    Smelling salts will not wake someone up if they don't want to be.
    There are none so blind......
    Thanks, Edmund
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  • Sahra Hussein (11/13/2015 11:24:00 PM)

    it is really fantastic words with effort. Good one (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (11/13/2015 10:29:00 PM)

    Very wise and amazing drafting shared with new thought that tells one wonderful story....10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 14, 2015

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