Open Up

Rules are meant to be rewritten

Theories are meant to be challenged

Conclusions are meant to be incomplete

Cuz the finite ain’t finite

And things ain’t what they seem.

 

Questions aren’t meant to be answered

Discovery is meant to be on-going

Seeking is to be an eternal quest

Cuz the finite ain’t finite

And we manifest that of which we dream.

 

It’s round, it’s square,

It’s here, but it’s also there

The dress is blue and the dress is green

Screw your illusions, I see the real deal

But the finite ain’t finite

You’re beyond all you staunchly believe.

 

Yeah the finite ain’t finite

Look beyond all that you perceive.

 

– Ramona Arena 2016.

Baring It All.

Just as the cool dew of morn
Kisses every blade of green
You don’t have to smile, she cooed
With moisturising timidity.

Parched, like dry, cracked land
For oh so long
He’d forgotten the taste of rain,
As her words he absorbed.

Tis better than the alternative
He grimaced unwittingly.
For he meant to flash another smile
Maintaining appearances & dignity.

Her tone of vanilla
Took on a softer hue
In order to lift the floodgates
And let the water through.

Leave it be
Let the candle burn.
Don’t worry about the flicker,
It’s a part of it’s sojourn.

Her gaze lay fixed
Upon his stare
Tears also make moments
Memorable and rare.

He looked at her suspiciously
As the winds of caution blew
Dark clouds rolled in continuously,
Squeezed dry, leaking through the roof.

With defences disguised in the form of clothes,
No recollection of when she stripped him bare,
He now lay covered in those very drops of dew
Reflecting her light through the sunshines’ glare.

-Ramona Arena 2014.