7.12.06

~Untitled- October 11 2006~



Emaciated thoughts
of thorny skeletons
who steal eyes to pretend to be alive.
Marionettes hung with unseen strings
Unaware of the seeds planted
Unknowing of nakedness
Blindsearching for a soul
Fliting jerkily across a life
of torn silk curtains
crumbling plaster
on a ramshackletumbledown stage
Fools fooling no-one.
© Robyn Fenner

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is my first visit here.

I see the poem, I understand.

December 07, 2006 3:14 PM  
Blogger Anais Nin said...

What do you understand?

December 07, 2006 4:23 PM  
Blogger Anais Nin said...

I just realized that what I asked you could come across like I'm saying that you don't understand anything I'm talking about in the poem, but it's not that.

I'm sincerely asking what it is about the poem I wrote that you understand. What is it that caught your mind?

December 07, 2006 4:35 PM  
Blogger madd said...

Anais..hye how are you?..this poem reminds me of that old childrens story..The Emperors New Clothes..beliveing that the front they live behind fools all..in reality there are those of us who see who they really and fool no one..I like the line 'blindsearching for a soul'..as they are empty..or not..these are the thoughts you words lead me to..thanks..m

December 07, 2006 9:36 PM  
Blogger Anais Nin said...

I don't remember exactly what inspired me to write this poem. I just remember I was sitting in my regular coffee shop, upstairs (it's an old house that's been converted), and just watching people. I don't know, maybe it was just that some people who go to coffee houses like to seem more self-important than they are. You know, "the coffee shop people"-they're alternative-but not really, because all their friends look just like them and they like to poo-poo anyone who is not like them.

Maybe it was that. I seem to remember feeling that way when I wrote it, but also I was thinking about these girls I saw sitting across from me who were in high school (they went to the Catholic girl's high school right up the street-I know this because of their uniforms and the fact that that coffee shop is only like 3 or 4 blocks away from the school) and were so painfully thin. I started thinking about how they must think that they're the only ones who know that they have eating disorders. I knew. I knew because I have an eating disorder. Also, I was wondering if I was like them in my denial at the time.

I guess that's a pretty long explanation for such a short poem, but that's kind of where I was in my head when I wrote it.

December 08, 2006 1:22 AM  

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