LIFE WITHOUT LIMITS
Were I granted
life without limits
I would bind hatred,
tangle it in silk threads
all shades of red, gold, green
and send it hurtling
into space, no trace
of meanness left to feel.
I would surround
a golden box of pure love
with small fans
pointed up at
wind turbines
and set it free in
breezes of sweet thoughts
strong enough to
surround the earth and,
if the silk balloon’s helium should fail,
all hatred would drift into space
and be forgotten.
Were I granted
life without limits,
I’d press the edge of
the invisible envelope
until
peace
would
reign.
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Sunday Scribblings, which asked us to envision “no limits,” and for Three Word Wednesday: Tangle, Shade, and Feel. Also for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, in honor of Nelson Mandela’s 94th birthday. Well done, good servant of humankind, and good health to you, sir. Peace, Amy
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judithhb
I like the idea of the invisible envelope – would that peace would reign.
timkeen40
A noble poem tantamount to a noble hope. Thanks, Amy.
Tim
Sarav
Oh Amy! I love “pure love with turbines…” you are so creative! and that ending “press the edge of the invisible envelope and peace would reign”
Absolutely wonderful–you amaze me ❤
on thehomefrontandbeyond
love the last verse
4joy
a wonderful way to express this universal hope……I am often stunned by the anger and hate of some humans…the total disregard for life is astoundingly horrible…
Kay Gibson
Great
hypercryptical
Love this Amy.
Anna :o]
kaykuala
“and set it free in
breezes of sweet thoughts
strong enough to
surround the earth and,
if the silk balloon’s helium should fail,
all hatred would drift into space
and be forgotten”
It really sets us thinking on what the world needs. The fact that this is also in conjunction with .Mandela’s birthday it’s most apt. Being chained and knocking stones with his bare hands and humiliated on all counts – still there was no hatred – it just drifts into space.Greed and self interest on the part of those in power wherever they are, even now it’s still happening! Sad that the downtrodden continue to struggle just to stay alive! Great that you brought it out in the open, Amy! Great verse!
Hank
Polly Robinson
Beautiful thoughts Amy, wonderful final stanza.
vivinfrance
Amy, you have excelled yourself. A tranquil calming recipe for life.
oldegg
Your imagery here is stunning. Love and peace are so beautiful why are they so hard to achieve?
Misky
I think everyone should have a personalised envelope with an invitation to keep on pushing those limits! Lovely poem, Amy.
~ Misky
http://miskmask.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/burn/
brian miller
smiles….def push those limits…i would love to see a day when peace sorrounded us….love the bit on surrounding the box with fans and sending it up…fantastical….smiles.
Jae Rose
Beautiful imagery Amy..delicate yet strong..like thread..i suspect you already do those things..you certainly do in your writing..jae
kolembo
…i would bind hatred…i would reign.
You’re open here…soft inside. I stopped what I was doing a while, and well…remember why I write. Very nice feeling.
tigerbrite
Amen to that. Peace Amy.
wordsandthoughtspjs
Yes, a wonderful recipe for life, Amelita. Nicely said.
Pamelita
Sheilagh Lee
truly lovely would that peace would reign
whimsygizmo
This is beautiful, Amy. Amen, and amen.
pmwanken
🙂 …looks like I wasn’t the only one who has been mashing prompts together. Well done! (and thanks for your visit)
lolasanrose
were it only true, hatred entangled in woolen threads.
specifically wonderful.
Lance
so warm, thoughtful and idealistic. I like how you used positive language to be against hate. You were true in spirit AND words.
The last stanza is perfect
Tania A
As a knitter and spinner, I really like the imagery in the first stanza.
Renee Espriu
This is the only life without limits that should be allowed. Peace my friend!
zongrik
pressing the edge of the env is the only way to progress
Olympic Torch Senryu
purplepeninportland
Let’s hope space is not taken over, before peace can arrive there.