June 21, 2010 - 4 comments


  Photograph by Lili Roze which I discovered at beautiful blog Abundance



The world burst out
Of its own maps
And gods changed their names
People talked till Babylon fell
While my heart grew
Into a bitter rose
That bled for you.
I handed you that flower
We did not feast on its perfume together.
It was given to me
By the winged master of Muses
To celebrate a most terrible union
That is called seperation
And is red torment to the
Hundreth power
That is purest and blackest of all

Judith Mok

(poem sent to me  by an angel)

Published by: eilisboyle in Art, Books, Inspiration, Literature


June 21, 2010 at 2:50 pm

I love reading poems so much. Thanks for posting this one. =)

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Emé Vandal
June 23, 2010 at 7:53 pm

my heart has just started beating faster…

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Patrick Cuddihy
June 24, 2010 at 12:04 pm

The chords of my heart have been twanged forcibly by the power of the poem. My memories Sigh!

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Silent Storyteller
June 25, 2010 at 7:26 pm

It’s a wonderful wonderful poem!!

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