the perfect arbitrator;
I’d like to believe the sting of our lass kiss
wasn’t nearly as sharp as wailing guitar wringing—
like apples and almond milk,
against the window and thorough-going.
A shuddering sigh escapes from raw lips,
“would I be happier without it?”
Photo credits: Apples and Almond Milk 8×8 inches, oil painting by Sarah Sedwick
Lillian is our hostess today at dVerse and the word is “Happiness.”
Come join us! ❤️
Posted for Quadrille #115 @ dVerse Poets Pub
ouch the poignancy is powerful in this one Sanaa … to have loved and lost is better than never loved at all [old cliche]. Great write!
Thank you so much, Kate 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh my….the words sting, sharp, wailing, wringing, shuddering….I think she would be happier without it (him?). The tenor of her words belies her true emotions.
Well done!
Thank you so much, Lillian 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
(and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹
Such simple things can become so painful. And that other road is a ghost. A lovey write.
Thank you so much, Eric 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️
“I’d like to believe the sting of our lass kiss
wasn’t nearly as sharp as wailing guitar wringing”
I love these lines so much, but now I’m just remembering the whip of a broken guitar string when it breaks. Hahaha!
Such a beautiful and poignant poem, Sanaa. It’s full of wonder here.
Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Emotionally intense with ecstasy and anguish, and in the end some kind of resolution.
Thank you so much, Lisa 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Oh, the question, would i be happier without it? Sometimes we cannot go there. A write that takes you deep.
Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Was it just the last kiss you had, or the last kiss period? I agree that you give plenty of hints that “she” is not “happy” over the said sad embrace.
(The last kiss)Thank you so much, Glenn 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
“I’d like to believe the sting of our lass kiss
wasn’t nearly as sharp as wailing guitar wringing”
I feel like she’s wondering if she’d be happier without this particular memory, the saying good-bye. If so, that is a hard question indeed. Sometimes we wrap up all our emotions and memory about someone in that last moment. Maybe we want to remember the happier times. Memories like the painting of apples and almond milk will stick in the mind. So much to analyze here, so good!!!
Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Beautiful happiness in the joy of a moment of love. Yes expression is necessary! Well done!
Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Really liked your choice of image – seemed to set all those mouth sensations running – stinging lips, raw lips, shuddering sighs and the taste of almond milk and bitter green apples. And that bitter question at the end. Very nice write.
Thank you so much, Peter 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
love how the title kicks off the poem. felt this. <3
Thank you so much, Rosemarie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Such a poignant question so beautifully framed. Every word so carefully and perfectly chosen, Sanaa 🙏🙏🙏
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Your quadrille is an antonym to happiness, Sanaa. I remember the sting of a last kiss. Thankfully it was cured by the softness of a different first kiss. I love the final lines.
Thank you so much, Kim 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
Love the imagery and the overall feel, especially the line:
‘A shuddering sigh escapes from raw lips’. Wow.
Thank you so much, Francis 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
The longing, despair–and the questioning. It seems not happiness at all. I love “wasn’t nearly as sharp as wailing guitar wringing.”
The painting works perfectly with your words.
Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️
Would you indeed be happier… that is always the danger.
Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️