Part 8 of A Piece of the Breadcrumb Trail: Poetry

#19

A quiet assurance descends
Into my room.
I could talk of experience
And teachers and the accumulation
Of pioneers expertise
But rather I want to say how calm it feels,
To feel and to know,
Not quite fully;
The words themselves seem to be formed
As the image is too.
Both together,
A silence accented by chaotic construction
A whiteness that holds and blinds
Reveling behind the two,
Like bleeding rose petals,
That spring up fresh stems
From the muddled ground.
To stare at the two,
Manifested in space and time,
Tonight one as reason,
Tomorrow as feeling
Which is the other,
Who does away with leading?

Here is part 8 of an ongoing series of a poem a day from my most recently completed collection of poems titled "A Piece of the Breadcrumb Trail". If you like this, or my other work, please follow for more updates. I just want to share what I have with you in hopes that in some small way it may help you as others have for me. Any comments or feedback is much appreciated, all the best, and stay tuned for more.