Bring Back Merry, Bring Back Free!
In the depths of our bitterness and malice,
Bring back merry, bring back free!
When tomorrow is glazed to the edges,
Bring back merry, bring back free!
For new dreams, for day-dreams, for ever,
Bring back merry, bring back free!
This our promise is a balm for our pain,
But never a misspoken plea.
As in darkness thrives the unseeing,
So shall we grow; succeed.
18-7-23
- Ophelia Penning
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Pure and spotless we are born
Into a world of ash and darkness,
Until the wheel revolves again,
To the start from the end.
- Ophelia Penning
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Fool is the rich man
For he seeks pleasure
In that which
He can never own.
-Ophelia Penning
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Our Souls Could Never Be Uniform
We read, we consume, because we want to feel.
The hurt, the love;
The morose, the blissful;
The tears.
We want to know that our bones have not yet rusted,
Our heartstrings can still be tuned as we need them to be.
What is it that truly makes one day stand out from the rest?
Our souls could never be uniform.
- Ophelia Penning
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If the slate was wiped clean, would I even be here?
Am I not just a mosaic of jagged edges constantly in renovation?
The past is never in the past and I cannot ignore it.
This is learning, this is life.
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I Fall in Love When
I fall in love with people when I unveil how they operate in this world,
When I watch and learn about how they think, worry, feel, respond, love,
When I pick apart the puzzle pieces and see the kaleidoscope of existence for what it really is,
When I realise that their thoughts might just be as complicated as mine,
When a shared moment might not just be a coincidence,
When I allow myself to consider more.
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An Inexhaustive List of Things I Hope are Never Truly Forgotten
Shirts that breathe with the wind. Phone calls from anyone, anywhere. Paper train tickets. Milk bottles that might break with the spillage. Tights. Church bells that ring on the hour. Postcards. Armchairs by the fireside. Coins in my pocket. Books. Theatres in all their prestige. Telegrams in all their succinctness. Fountain pens. Velvet adorning bodies and furniture alike. Brooches. Watches for timekeeping. Teapots. Gloves for any season. Radios. Old paintings above the piano. Classical architecture. Coats. Alarm clocks to hold me truly accountable. Cameras. Conversations in all their sincerity. Cardigans. Address books. Baths that need no occasion. Records. Typewriters to tell you my stories.
Ophelia Penning
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Give Me
Give me daisies and nettles
Give me love poems and swallowed fears
Give me all it takes to keep going
And watch me love it with everything . . .
Ophelia Penning
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Our past had crawled into the trees,
Into the seas and from the valleys.
It showed us what had been, what would be
And what would never cease being.
Ophelia Penning
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Symptoms of the Intangible Kind, pt. 2
Ophelia Penning
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Symptoms of the Intangible Kind, pt. 1
Ophelia Penning
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‘When it comes to you, I’m holding on for dear life.’
Ophelia Penning
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