~the Exiled Queen~ Poem by E Nigma

~the Exiled Queen~

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Salvage the beauty of your ignorance
While you caress the innocence
Of letting go, security brings comfort
To the lost that found answers

Under the microscope, you cope
With the details of your learning
But the tragedy trapped within the DNA
Of this malady is masked by blind beauty

Necessary is the scary switch you'll see
Taste the fruit and you'll become just like me
Open your eyes, no more blindness
You can thank me for all my kindness

The rage within this courage tempts you
To dig below the roots that move you
To start a fire, burn the seeds
Try and understand our needs

Her pregnant thoughts, conceived was he
I'll be your queen, if you'll be my king
Torment of the past that haunts me
Mother natures ghost so taunts me

Sleight of hand, distracting motions
Summoned were primeval emotions
My sweet shadow never leaves me
Her memory lingers for all eternity

Saturday, October 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Thinking
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Prequel to another poem yet to be posted.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leah Ayliffe 06 November 2014

How rich and decadent these words are. There is a lot to be taken away from this - thanks!

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Donnie Wolff 28 October 2014

Your girls tell you true, your depth is sometimes beyond. I know that may make no sense to your readers but it does to me and you. Awesome write

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Sana Ghostana 25 October 2014

This poem was interesting. It caught my attention. Specifically when you said: Salvage the beauty of your ignorance. While you caress the innocence. Of letting go, security brings comfort. To the lost that found answers. All of this poem was very good, but your first stanza was my favorite. Excellent job.

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Mihaela Pirjol 25 October 2014

I am dissecting this poem...the first stanza tells, that there is beauty and happiness both in innocence and ignorance, like: the less you know, the happier you can be. But, only by losing yourself, you can find answers about yourself, as they say. This poem, is a kind of dialogue between a spiritual mentor and a disciple, teaching technics to self-discovery. The last two stanzas though, are different...there is love, pain and the last line is heart-touching. A great poem.

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