Doors Ajar Beyond Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Situating footsteps down pathways of tomorrow, leaving no
traces behind to follow.

Noises have all been stilled, a silence pieced together
from losses of loved ones.

Tangent scents are left hanging in the atmosphere where
they no longer are any good to anyone.

Yet, voices are heard in depths of a poet attuned to the
listening posts of those who are beyond us.

Wanting to be expressed in poems that I write, crowding
around me here right now.

Doors of beyond have been left ajar and they have come to
select the words they are wanting to be placed in poems
for their loved ones.

No longer a part of any of their lives, concepts drying
in the hands of fate, no destiny left, no life to breathe
into them.