Edmund V. Strolis


This Talk Of Liberte - Poem by Edmund V. Strolis

You find your way back from the edge
dizzying heights
Impossible sights

Your luck turns from joy to stark red
Innocent fun
A bomb and a gun

You trust in others to shield you
Group thought
Connect the dots

So when it all comes tumbling down
A public space
No softer place

The French soup in a cafe uneaten
Recipe for disaster
What comes after?

You mourn the victims gone forever
No Saturday
To live and play

What is the price for liberte?
Politicians so absurd.
Regurgitating words.

Talk of universal values shared
Sick fanaticism spreads
Nonsense is said

Tenured professors breed dreamers
Social hypocrisy
Spout deadly diversity

The unfiltered truth holds the key.
Fairy tales burn
When evil returns.

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Comments about This Talk Of Liberte by Edmund V. Strolis

  • (11/15/2015 10:42:00 AM)


    Fairy tales burn when evil returns. Such a realistic thought written with so much sensitivity. Trying to keep a level head amid all the chaos with out being heartless is what this poem speaks to me. Loved the imagery. Thank you so much for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Pamela Sinicrope (11/14/2015 6:02:00 PM)


    Fairy tales burn when evil returns. This poem is well written... It's cadence and the pattern are appealing in the reading. The message is clear, yet the choice of words and images is unique and riveting... Especially the second stanza. That final line spoke volumes to me as I enjoyed so much reading your other poetry where you dream freely, unabandoned, as if in a fairy tale... Now with our current events, we're all thrust into tragedy. Nicely woven poem Edmund. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 14, 2015


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