Gently With Your Breath

 

A gentle petal with slightly curved edges

The crispy veined wings of a dragonfly

Such are the objects of pure delicateness

A mere gentle touch may render it useless

Bent and distorted with no ill intention

 

Observed with our eyes we see the weakness

Our ability to destroy with the slightest disregard

We carelessly go through life with hooded eyes

Closing them with our own capacity for fear

Touching without feeling or remorse

 

Gentle are the lives of every being and animal

Altered by the wisp of an ill word or thought

A careless whisper or dedicated hatred

We stare outward with our savage eyes

Turn to hide the tears we have on our faces

 

Lives are unique, distinct and temporal

We warp our world to our own images

Make it comfortable for us, alter theirs

Wrinkling the edges of its individual character

Folding the lifetimes over with unconcern

 

Barbara Blackcinder