E Nigma

~anima The Avant Garde~ - Poem by E Nigma

If I'm a lion I am roaring
At her adoring lies
While she's lying there
And speaking softly

She was a diamond that I found
In a dark coal mine
But I didn't really mind
That she was pretty dirty

Her mesmerizing eyes
A serpents life
forked tongue violent times
Oh god yes, she was lovely

She shared a little secret
Undressed it in my mind
She said that I should keep it
Then opened up my eyes

I'm naked in her shadow
While she blots out the sun
Shifting shapes you couldn't fathom
Though I'm not the only one

I'm dying, yes I'm dying
She's lying and were lying
I'm crying, yes I'm trying
Not to tear her into pieces

Topic(s) of this poem: thinking

Comments about ~anima The Avant Garde~ by E Nigma

  • Daniel Brick (3/21/2015 1:01:00 AM)

    The speaker of this poem is not the first male to have a vexed relationship with his anima. The problem seems to be
    the open-endedness of the relationship. You can't cross a threshold with the anima and wake up later and find you have internalized it. It can freely move between dimensions, it won't be fixed in one spot, it won't accept the outcome of a marriage of true minds. Marriage of any kind is not on its mind. In the world of physical beings marriage makes perfect sense. but not here. I'M NAKED IN HER SHADOW WHILE SHE BLOTS OUT THE SUN. what a provocative situation. There are easier ways of dealing with the anima, even of taming it. This poem refuses that easy way, it wants to experience the full force of its involvement with the anima.
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 15, 2015

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