michele kostelnik Poems

How best should I remember you?
I think of how fast lives pass...
No choice but to weep, soon
or last, be lost or caught-
...

It is sad to see a child's eyes in a morning light
crying out but no bread in sight
Possessions are few and time is brief
The parents-beyond reason wait with grief
...

All pits of life have gone by.
Your soul is the only thing that
will not die.
Beneath ground are these black caves
...

I've watched you from a distance.

There's a child I can see in back of your eyes.
...

The burial ground came out of the past.
A spinster a blacksmith and courtesan
all seemed downcast.
Time had stood still with their names
...

the strangeness of others even
your sisters and brothers
is a responsibility
to overcome-
...

It felt so warm at the top of the tree-

until a hard wind blew the branch off of me.
...

Where have those real people gone,
you know, the ones who were
bohemian born.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
...

We are all to blame, you know!

Mistakes and sins through time
are making a final show.
...

where has my love gone?
the absurd warmth
leaves me.
where is the longing passion?
...