Lost Affection In Time

infinite is the space where

words have yet to form and

flesh has not been added to a thought

possibility streaks the 

unending blank canvas 

and

the mustard seed

awaits plantation 

in the old kingdom 

called hope and love 

have we been careless 

with our relationship 

to infiity?

dialogue of hatred 

runs rampant 

today -

in the kingdom of love

thoughts only quenching desire 

possibility curbs away from humanity 

did somebody mix up the seeds? 

gift of infinity 

grant us another chance

for love 

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

lovely poem liz, yes infinity like a mirage, a dream we gravitate towards. like this lots.

[Coyote Poetry]

Wonderful and beautiful words for love.
"the mustard seed
awaits plantation
in the old kingdom
called hope and love"
The above lines. I loved. They are true. Great wisdom shared in the poetry dear friend.
Coyote

[Rosie Brooklin]

I love the allusion you're making here. My only critique is the typo with "infinity". Beautifully written, with a wonderful passage behind it. Well done!

[KWP]

Thank you so much for your thoughts I very much appreciate the feedback X

[Diane]

Wonderful work has been done. Even after reading I haven't been left with one set emotion but multiple.

[Alfred Kukitz]

swept off the feet of infinity, blown away how minds, souls, find vocabularies with infinity as goal.

regards,
al

[KWP]

and yet infinity is the only goal :D

[Ghost]

It would be nice if infinity would grant love another chance.. The world needs more love and less hatred less violence lee senseless killings... Love is not as strong, as important anymore as it used to be... Wonderful write thank you for sharing.

[KWP]

welcome and thanks for the read X

[Einstein Noodle]

Amen Elizabeth ... Amen!
E.

[KWP]

love ya - the big kind :D

[Einstein Noodle]

:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[jacob erin-cilberto]

infinity will always grant us words...if we accept, we write them down.

i like the idea in your poem about words being the bones..the writer puts them together to form flesh on the bones..the shape....even if we don't get the chance for love again...we can always form relationships...lasting ones...with the words.

j.

[KWP]

thanks for the read and perfect insights J X

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay, we just had a twilight zone moment.
in the same minutes that you wrote this response, i had come back to this poem for another look---
dodododododododo

[KWP]

you call it twilight - I call it perfection :D XX

[jacob erin-cilberto]

:).............................................

[sette]

I like the poem immensely it reminds me of the parable of the mustard see and of the eternal life. It makes me keep the faith I have in God stronger. Thanks for this piece.

[KWP]

I was wondering if anyone would catch on to the mustard seed ref :) X

[sette]

it depends if they are aware of the story or not.

[wordman]

i wonder how many people can relate to this touching write,like the song you`ve lost that loving feeling