Larry Yap
Sadness Without a Face
To the sadness without a face,
a feeling we all embrace,
or, maybe, in this case,
a smile on a forgotten face.
If one day,
my head hits the hay,
sing my favorite song,
and I, in the wind, will hum along.
Write to me in your favorite dreams,
and I, in your life, shall intervene.
On the final time you lay,
my arms will greet you
on that day.
To the sadness without a face,
I understand that taste.
Smile, sweet one, in your case,
don't scar your beautiful face.
Writer's Prayer
Black ink and parchment,
Entertain me tonight.
Pen and paper,
Teach me how to write.
Thoughts and memory,
Fail me not this time.
Hand and fingers,
Write the words they sight.
Knowledge and wisdom,
Lead me as my guide.
Heart and mind,
Follow them tonight.
Larry Yap is a lover of words and short rhymes, but with beautiful descriptions. If there's a gift he can give to anyone, it would be Words. Apart from the love of writing, Larry is also a probation real estate agent based in Puchong, Selangor.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Sadness Without a Face' and 'Writer's Prayer': (1) This poem is a gift to my friend who lost her grandmother while she was overseas, she wrote a poem of her own and this poem is my response to hers. Her poem speaks of the frail nature of life, and how we are subject to the strings of fate with a tinge of regret that she did not get to see the grandmother one last time. This poem is written as a hopeful message of one from the afterlife, comforting the living, especially for her. (2) I wrote this poem a long time ago on a night that I have nothing to write about. This is not so much a religious prayer but a cry for inspiration from a writer at a time where no ideas are flowing from his/her thoughts.
To the sadness without a face,
a feeling we all embrace,
or, maybe, in this case,
a smile on a forgotten face.
If one day,
my head hits the hay,
sing my favorite song,
and I, in the wind, will hum along.
Write to me in your favorite dreams,
and I, in your life, shall intervene.
On the final time you lay,
my arms will greet you
on that day.
To the sadness without a face,
I understand that taste.
Smile, sweet one, in your case,
don't scar your beautiful face.
Writer's Prayer
Black ink and parchment,
Entertain me tonight.
Pen and paper,
Teach me how to write.
Thoughts and memory,
Fail me not this time.
Hand and fingers,
Write the words they sight.
Knowledge and wisdom,
Lead me as my guide.
Heart and mind,
Follow them tonight.
Larry Yap is a lover of words and short rhymes, but with beautiful descriptions. If there's a gift he can give to anyone, it would be Words. Apart from the love of writing, Larry is also a probation real estate agent based in Puchong, Selangor.
In the poet's own words with regards to 'Sadness Without a Face' and 'Writer's Prayer': (1) This poem is a gift to my friend who lost her grandmother while she was overseas, she wrote a poem of her own and this poem is my response to hers. Her poem speaks of the frail nature of life, and how we are subject to the strings of fate with a tinge of regret that she did not get to see the grandmother one last time. This poem is written as a hopeful message of one from the afterlife, comforting the living, especially for her. (2) I wrote this poem a long time ago on a night that I have nothing to write about. This is not so much a religious prayer but a cry for inspiration from a writer at a time where no ideas are flowing from his/her thoughts.