The hour of early black is

Spread the love

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

Comments

  1. calmkate says:

    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!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kate 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  2. Lillian says:

    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!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lillian 🙂 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

      (and thank you for the glorious prompt) 🌹

  3. Eric Erb says:

    Such simple things can become so painful. And that other road is a ghost. A lovey write.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Eric 🙂 so good to see you 💄❤️

  4. Lucy says:

    “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.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lucy 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  5. msjadeli says:

    Emotionally intense with ecstasy and anguish, and in the end some kind of resolution.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Lisa 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  6. mary says:

    Oh, the question, would i be happier without it? Sometimes we cannot go there. A write that takes you deep.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Mary 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  7. 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.

    1. Sanaa says:

      (The last kiss)Thank you so much, Glenn 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  8. “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!!!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Tricia 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  9. Beautiful happiness in the joy of a moment of love. Yes expression is necessary! Well done!

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Dwight 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️

  10. peter says:

    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.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Peter 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  11. love how the title kicks off the poem. felt this. <3

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Rosemarie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  12. Ingrid says:

    Such a poignant question so beautifully framed. Every word so carefully and perfectly chosen, Sanaa 🙏🙏🙏

    1. Sanaa says:

      ❤️❤️❤️

  13. 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.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Kim 🙂 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

  14. Francis says:

    Love the imagery and the overall feel, especially the line:
    ‘A shuddering sigh escapes from raw lips’. Wow.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Francis 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️

  15. 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.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Merril 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️

  16. Bjorn Rudberg says:

    Would you indeed be happier… that is always the danger.

    1. Sanaa says:

      Thank you so much, Bjorn 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️

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