Random Friday: Poetry

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This post has a small sampling of poetry: one I've written and one that a dear friend wrote.

Faith
by Sarah Yung

Look: I am no stranger to bearing

the burdens of disappointment, losses

glinting from their piles, winking coins

at rock bottom of the well. I don’t want

to brag, but I know how to sink

ships; how to wallow in the liminal

spaces, the interstices of almost, of

what if. I am used to witnessing the exodus.

What’s harder: sustaining my hope

in forever. Like that old tale of renewal—

The Sunday roast, over and over again,

the belief there will still be more tomorrow. 

Resonance

by Emma

Rock comes from quarries,

from pounding drums and explosives,

resonating guitars and drills,

causing vibrations in your soul.

The blues come from quandaries,

from sleepless nights and heartbreaks,

tossing and turning and jiving

to the rhythm in your toes.

Pop comes from effervescent bubbles—

easy to burst, like smiles and sunshine.

It is splotches of color splashed on a sidewalk,

colors that glitter like your eyes.

Classical comes from stately columns

and tall windows framed in velvety curtains.

It is the piano melody you can’t flee

that itches in your fingertips.

Hip hop comes from rough roads,

crisscrossing rhymes, and emotion.

It is the beat that drives your feet,

the verse that slips off your tongue.

Country comes from wide-open fields,

a mother’s quiet whisper to her child,

Sunday dinners and the lights on Friday nights,

the chorus forever in your heart.

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