Swift as lightning
Within confined
She weaves her spell
Into your mind
Sweetly whisp`ring
Your inner voice
Hear her, feel her
You have no choice
Her soft caress
You`ve always known
Seek her, take her
To be your own
She won`t leave you
She`s always there
Try to shun her
If you would dare
Tearing into
Your very soul
You must love her
Until you`re whole
Jung is truly the scholar for poets, not because he wrote poetry (he most definitely did not) but rather he provides the psychological basis for the poems we write. And we can go to his writings for both inspiration and confirmation. I sense both of his gifts in this poem. Anima is a slippery concept in his writing - it almost has too much meaning attached to it. But your poem is sinuous, it insinuates itself into mind and in almost no time at all the anima is activated within, it's part of me like my eyes, my speech, my sense of touch. As your poem concludes, the anima's presence has made me whole.
I know nothing of Jung's work, but like the poem. Intriguing.
I agree with Robert this girl is out there... Moreover i think this is u Valerie... nice one...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a master of rhyme.