Music Rejoices by Kimberly Coverly

Music Rejoices by Kimberly Coverly

Music rejoices even after era,

Over the obsessive fan who would kill

Himself and his family to meet Eminem.

Over the first date gone horribly wrong,

Scratches in the sides of shiny car paint,

Shots of tequila sliding down her throat.

Over heart broken teenagers, angsty,

Hormones raging through their pulsating veins,

Rain falling as a sign of depression.

Over frost bitten noses, and stalker-ish men,

Begging for another minute with her,

Through her clearly evasive responses.

Over a child sleeping through a violent crash,

Rubber sliding over the icy ground,

Mother crying loudly in the front seat.

It rejoices over long summer days,

Sun burnt skin and sand between lovers’ toes

The wave motion of hands in the passing wind.

Over planes crashing into monuments,

Flames exploding from the sides of the twins,

Screams of passersby as they look upward.

Over hypocritical politicians,

Taking away our rights but never theirs,

Banning marriage between two people in lust.

Over bonfires, beers, and cowgirl babes,

Running away from the authorities,

Laughing all the way, never getting caught.

Over family deaths and cancer scares,

Funerals and people all dressed in black,

Over the singer, still alive and well.

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Poetry Rejoices by Hakan Sandell

Poetry rejoices even if the culture dies,

over the girl with her first electric, how her high,

thin voice, amplified many times

over by the loudspeaker, is like a giant's

in the green grass of the festival site.

Over the fragile bells of digitalis, how they hide

the pistil and the pollen inside.

Rejoices over rain on the Faroe Islands,

over rendezvous on the Champs-Elysées at evening.

It rejoices over Japan, over Korea,

over arts refined over a thousand years—

the art of swordsmanship, or of drinking tea.

Rejoices over the poet, that his heart still beats.