The Voyeur App

the voyeur app

Relationship expert, Nina Lockhart, can make your maudlin texts and romantic addictions end. Her app,. “Lady Walk Out”, was launched in the Fall of 2016. A series of interactive scenes that allows you to watch and gain confidence from a woman who knows how to walk with style resolve and spirit. A tool designed to empower and focus on how to move on ( incrementally).

Wikipedia

You watch a woman move

across the room in her blue

strapless dress. Candles dark, ice

shifting in its pail.

 

She looks out the window

where light flowers orange

on the evening ledge,

the mint– green dome of the metro

bursting in the distance.

 

Around her wrist, a watch blinks

6:44. Almost fifteen

minutes before the deadline

for him coming late, for the same excuses

 

to have their fame — but instead

she turns away and walks

toward the French doors.

 

You hear the tick-tock of her heels.

Each step dismissing her trust

in the lingering time. Each step striking

the floor as if to burn wood. Her evening coat

is laid out on his bed

 

ready for travel. One night

out of town alone. A windmill’s spin

from Paris and the throaty pitch

of Piaf running through her head, your head —

Je ne regrette rien,

Je ne regrette rien.

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The song refrain above translates from the French, “I regret nothing, I regret nothing. The song was made famous by singer, Edith Piaf,  who had a husky voice with a strong, mesmerizing quality, a song celebrating one’s independence and embracing of change.

5 comments

  1. Thanks Merv,

    I am glad you had an opportunity to refresh your French. I appreciate your thoughts here and thank you so much for stopping by.

    My best,
    wendy

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  2. What a wonderful, brief image
    of the candles that have gone dark,
    the ice shifting in the pail.

    The image implies the woman has been waiting
    and someone is very late or stood her up.
    The ice is melting and so it shifts in the pail as it melts.

    Love the tick-tock of her heels, the steps
    striking the floor as if to burn wood.

    The tick-tock of her heels brought to mind
    the seemingly loud tick of a clock as one is waiting for another person.
    The constant reminder they are late…they are late.
    Especially when the other person has a history of being late or not coming.

    Is one night out of town alone
    her first step to breaking away?

    A windmill’s spin from Paris…Very nice!

    Much enjoyed reading.
    take care,
    Kerri

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  3. Hi kerri

    Thank you so much for this wonderful, introspective commentary on m poem. You have picked up so intuitively on the nuances I was hoping to convey from the “ice shifting in its pail” to the tick tock of the heels
    echoing across the floor. I entered this one in an ekprhastic poetry challenge over at Rattle Magazine but , of course, could not use the original challenge picture for ownership and competition rules/reasons etc. Probably, won’t win but it’s so encouraging to know how well this one resonated with you! Thank you again. Hope all is well with you and yoiurs!

    Take care
    Wendy

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