michele kostelnik

michele kostelnik Poems

1.

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.
...

10.

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

Is like a caged bird-
Be it canary, parakeet, parrot-
Freedom being the open door
to the cage-
...

12.

Never a creature or bird did perch
upon the tower of that big church.
As I gaze from my bedroom window,
upon a hill,
...

It was a small New England town.
Tiny streets summer homes, and soft
sounds of waves whispered to me.
From my bed room window I could
...

It was cold one late December night.
Constance walked to the shelter.
She held a large tapestry bag tightly
in her old hands.
...

In the stillness of moonlight a lonely
trumpit player sits.
He bleats out an uncertain melody.
There are its hooves, like a horse, it
...

he walked boldly across that big floor

then took my hand saying-lets explore
...

Mistakes will be like a flame.
Everyone shares in the shame.
Hope in our Lord is all we've got.
Our sins (you see) He has forgot.
...

I was a child and you were my hero
pity me not - though my heart be at zero
I shall go back to our sea shore
to build a sand castle once more
...

He left us His Word - He soon would be back.
There came an unusual rumbling.
Was it a train on the track?
We never dreamed the time would come;
...

Never will I hold my little son
again or see him frolic in his
playpen.
My heart had many tears but
...

michele kostelnik Biography

In junior high I started writing short stories. Soon I abandoned it all for fun and fast thrills. We were a group of rebels. It all changed in high school and business school. Poetry, books, paintings, and just the love of any type of art took over. How I miss those days. I have some poems published with poetry.com and others but have not gotten a book of my own yet. Bohemians, I mean real ones, are hard to find these days. I love Dylan, Baez, and most folk singers. One thing I would have loved to do was stay for a month at the Chelsea Hotel in New York. Loneliness comes when old friends drift apart. Lots of hard knocks in life come but people like me never really change. I do like Dorothy Parker somewhat. Regardless of any relationship we just keep on writing and reading.)

The Best Poem Of michele kostelnik

Daddy

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-
Bitter still,
I'm expected to forget the tiny streets,
summer beach houses and white
washed ships rolling upon the sea.
Want some irony?
You were my own.
The outline of your face
is seared in my mind.
I envy your freedom.
And I,
Like the watchman on the path,
peer through the waves,
wait patiently,
white faced
with memory.

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Sharron Stephenson 09 December 2011

hi keep the strength in your heart good work

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