White Markers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Visiting minds, collecting thoughts, preparing paths
towards fulfilling life.

Unheard of ideas navigating their way through past
memories, seeking refuge in the mainstream of a mind.

Piloting narrow lonely roads, circumventing words,
searching for clues unspent in the totality of unread
inventions, filled with unspoken sentences.

Resting slightly on never-ending displays of strength,
forgetting daily intakes of overlying breath.

Forgotten are the words of explanation, buried beneath
the sandy knolls, white markers tell sad stories of a
life known once before.