New York at Night, Vivienne Gucwa
With hurried clicks from her stiletto heels
she rushes home to celebrate success
and filling up the emptiness she feels
when drunk on crimson wine she finds her bliss
She stumbles home on rain-wet cobblestones
assurance lost is hid with powdered mask
in power suit that hides her loneliness
laments the questions that she never asked
She lives an empty life as CEO
at night she walks around her penthouse suite
and picks the petals from a lover’s rose
with suspicion ripe they’re just out to cheat
she’s at a vital crossroad of her life
will she continue in her bitter strife?
I got her from Glenn Buttkus. Loved the picture, and wanted to write a little story in form of a poem..
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January 5, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
It’s has a loneliness feel to it. Like you can’t have everything.
To some extent I think there are choices that leads you to this..
Ones priorities.
we do have some control over our paths… often people figure that out too late
Yes. we have stepped on too many toes, hurt to many feelings.
Love it. Good counterpart to a life in the country or the mountains.
Excellent story – makes one think.
And yet she has a companion as she walks on her cross roads? It is a very special part of New York that has the brownstone houses I think. I have not seen cobbles elsewhere there.
Oh I imagine she’s walking by herself.. The couple ahead are just there to haunt her
On the occasion of the death of Lonesome George, the last giant tortoise of Galapagos, I wished for about a month, I had chosen love over a career. Maybe it’s because I’m in my mid-thirties, it got me thinking about what life could have been like if I had taken a detour.
Thanks for this poem and your lovely comment on my blog.
Take care and keep smiling.
Bjorn, I think we both felt loneliness in the picture. I really liked your spin.
I follow ‘her’ and it’s interesting where she goes and why…sounds like song to me…
cool work sir – good, gritty and lyrical
Yes, great poem, I think many of us are in a similar crossroads every day!
There are some similarities between your poem and mine although they are quite different. Nice take on the prompt.
love the storyline and hope she chooses a brighter path and has the chance to hold a perfect rose… 🙂
Thre’s not much choice apparently. She has to give herself a chance, no turning back! Great write Bjorn!
Hank
Smart and sharp; nicely written.
the view from the top is not the best…and def breed suspicion cause you know everyone is gunning for you…..
i like that she has a crossroads….not all is hopeless for her and perhaps she will learn to let go
poetically, the sounds in this poem capture my attention. the s’s in your first stanza, the power/powder in your second. I just realized this rhymes. I like when I don’t notice the rhyme until the second read.
The dream at living at the top should have a warning label. I feel couture despair in this one…Nice one!
The glamour is not always as it seems…nice to see you at Magpie!
Enjoyed the story in your Magpie write ..captured the emotion and loneliness very well.
I like the sounds of this…from the first click.
No, I think she shall opt for a life as a wife, and raise a few chicks of her own.
That’s a woman’s angst…what ever she chooses she will wonder about the other path. And if she chooses both, that’s a constant pull of not doing enough in either sphere.
I have strong suspicions there are many out there like her .. you made her real for me!!!
you have aptly described a very lonely life. well done.
A dilemma indeed! It’s not as easy as you think, rotten old life is!!
In quite a few ways, I lived these words once and the time seemed endless. Now lived in them once again, though briefly, via your poem. I much prefer the experience of your poem, Björn!