Separation is is if you...

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11/10

Separation is is if you.

But you aren’t anyone -- really

You aren’t anyone you

Are everyone.

In fact you are a real player --

In fact you are

A mannequin

Playing as if there are no curtains,

That is -- well, you know.  Well.  You.  Know.

Reviews

[John]

They say only the two people in a relationship know what it's all about, and that's where I think this poem may be coming from. The language is elliptical, its meaning only understood by either party. There seems to be an accusation, with the accuser, perhaps through guilt or self doubt or extreme emotion, hijacking or failing to finish the sentences. If this is the case, it is a more authentic monologue than what is conventionally offered.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Once again, John, your review is better than my poem! I'm honored that you say such intelligent and wise things about my writing. About the poem: I wrote it about two or three years ago, and I don't remember exactly what it's about. You're absolutely right that I must have written is 'to' someone -- but I'm don't know who that person is -- although I have suspicions... At any rate, again you are right about the critical tone. And yes, it is an internal conversation, a thought-made monologue. Thank you so much for your insightful and brilliant review. --David

[sithlordjp]

When placed before a lifeless mannequin, are we experiencing a separation, or a sad reflection... A great read David.

[Firestone Feinberg]

Your question has two answers -- or -- none. Thanks for asking, JP. --David

[jacob erin-cilberto]

my last ex was a mannequin...how much i relate to this...remembering who she thought she was, but really wasn't---

how i played the fool.

saw it in the store window..bought it...but then couldn't bring it back...but she got loose of me anyway.

she was everyone i needed to stay away from...

[Firestone Feinberg]

I didn't want to evoke bad memories with this poem... but it seems I have. There are too many manneqins among us. Why do we ever believe them... Thanks, Jacob.

[quinfinn]

because they appear perfect....we should know better!

[Firestone Feinberg]

damned right!

[quinfinn]

live and learn, or live and never learn (in my case)

[Firestone Feinberg]

that makes two of us -- but it wasnt my wife. it was two siblings and a few so-called friends...

[quinfinn]

i guess we are just gluttons for punishment...to coin a phrase.

[Firestone Feinberg]

I heard it was Maya Angekou who said this great thing: When someone shows you who he is -- believe him -- the first time.

[quinfinn]

i always hearken back to that great song by billy joel ...."the stranger" words of wisdom

[Firestone Feinberg]

Don't know the song, but at least we have guides to point the way out of the wildeness...

[quinfinn]

google it on youtube....you'll thank me later

[Firestone Feinberg]

Thanks now!

[quinfinn]

okay....

[quinfinn]

an actress in the first degree....a mannequin, in front of an open window...for all to see. i was married to this chick! awesome poem, my stellar poet friend!

[Firestone Feinberg]

Ah! Such a unique reaction. I never even thought of it that way. Great to see it through your eyes, quin. Thanks for your personal insight and warm words. --David

[quinfinn]

this is what i imagined from your words. my ex, always performing, always perfect and pretty, always on stage. great write.....

[Holly Mason]

yes I know but I knew that you knew before I knew ,first.
another good one
thank you for sharing

[Firestone Feinberg]

I didn't know you knew that I knew that you knew. Thanks Holly! --David