When I met her again

This hard cold marble
in the deepest pit of my stomach,
this acerbic stir
of stale beer and last night’s curry
this white of knuckles, nails
that bites my flesh,
seeing them together.

The happy Lovers by Gustave Courbet

Today Sarah Russel guest host at dVerse and wants us to write a poem that capture a concept or an emotion without saying it by name. I think this is fairly easy to guess.

Join us the bar is open.

February 27, 2018

31 responses to “When I met her again

  1. I feel this emotion which you describe so eloquently is of jealousy. That moment really stings when we see that person has moved on. Beautifully rendered.

    PS: My blog is working now.. had to pay wordpress monthly bill.. sigh… 💖

  2. Definitely a sense of unfinished business, by how you structured the lines, beginning and repeating “This”. Let’s just hope the narrator doesn’t act on this rage; he probably has dishes to do anyway.

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