Souls Of Old

The burial ground came out of the past.
A spinster a blacksmith and courtesan
all seemed downcast.
Time had stood still with their names
chiseled on stone.
Leaves of beautiful colors and tall
grass- all windblown.
It was lonely in this overgrown place.
A tavenier claimed those days were
at a slower pace.
Lets reaffirm what dreams were at their
disposal.
Like us all death came along and made
it's proposal.
We lose as mere mortals to this great
giant.
It doesn't matter how we fight or become
defiant.
Flamboyant or plain time plays it's game
on us.
So you see the subject is clear- nothing
more to discuss.

by michele kostelnik

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Comments (3)

The old souls are very strong and the death never roams around As she's scared of poverty and she thinks nothing could be taken to her domicile? I love the rationalistic way you write!
The burial ground came out of the past. A spinster a blacksmith and courtesan all seemed downcast. Time had stood still with their names chiseled on stone. Leaves of beautiful colors and tall grass- all windblown. It was lonely in this overgrown place. A tavenier claimed those days were at Color of the dead body and his caste and poverty and his social down status makes.... In India, we really feel it Many developed nations this is in other forms. this poem is one of the great poem of today. it conveys the great message, even at the time of globalization..... The poet Michele you make classic work. My best wishes. Kee Thampi
a place where dreams float above the headstones not high just at eye level so can be seen by all and all can feel the majesty of human effort which of course in the end cannot triump but for a moment and this this the old souls say a fine poem