key slides the lock
pointlessness strokes her face
barren takes her coat
absent unties her shoes
futile removes her gloves
hollow is the hello
a cosy citadel
the bounty reaped
by winsome furtive eyes
each stone
Valentino, Cartier, Chanel
soft manicured hand
alights upon the switch
sombre pale light
eyes proud
heart sullen
man’s original question surfaces
Hamlet offers no solution
successful failure
opulent ugliness
Her throat constricts with a choking wail
Comments
I like the...
scene that you have put forth. This is what I got from it.
A woman who is very beautiful, bedecked with jewels and fancy clothes, comes home after a night on the town to a lonely apartment. She realises that her's is an empty life, no matter how many nice things she has.
Just my take on it...
~ Geezer
Chanel Number 5
to have it all..
found all that behind the car wash
a lone three quarter cache
started at the pile of shoplifted or bought
discards
expensive all of it
and then the Polo Sport behind Independents
past the snow removal sculpture shopping carts
with wheels sticking through the snow
moments to moments
like an aria
like a coal fire
like a diamonds glitter
the hard act of having
the leaving of nothing
Thank You!
hollow is the hello
that's what
a solo 's life is all about
when women seek
equality with men
the lock is left intact ....
the key remains in the hollow
after they swallow