Poetry

Convenience

First ever free-verse. I'd love some feedback. :)

Maybe if the souls we touch

could be touched

with the same apparent delicacy,

And the way the paintbrush

could be moved

as it spreads its coloured life,

Would resemble that of

the nimble beating of

inviolable bird’s wings?

And rather not the quickened,

imponderable slash of

heavy swords,

But the rational emotion

one would use to

treat the flowerbeds?

But no, we are not capable,

to submit ourselves

to such difficult acts,

And bird’s wings had

never been as useful

As the blade of a sword.

First ever free-verse. I'd love some feedback. :)