The hour of early black is

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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

32 Replies to “The hour of early black is”

  1. 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!

  2. 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!

  3. “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.

  4. “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!!!

  5. 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.

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