(September 2021)

Where were you?
When we were apart?
Did you think of me?
Was I in your heart?

In a surreal dream
Our souls met
A whorl of hues
Our future was set

Were you just a dream?
Rushing in my head
Were you just a dream?
Burning in my bed

In the deep sleep of rem
I yearned for you
Did you find me in the mayhem?
Or did I find you?

Your hand in mine
Knowing you were the one
That one moment in time
I whispered, “Who are you? My love?”

Were you just a dream?
An offer from beyond
Were you just a dream?
A love I deeply want

Your warm hand
From first hold
I recognised you
A familiar soul

By Marcela Guajardo     August 2021

The future is in my eyes
The past is in my footprints
The present is here in my own hands

Boy blue and lonely girl
Warm glow, two hearts unfurl
Tide ebbs, colour sways, it sings to them ‘run away’

They found their own way
They found their own way
The dawning of a new day
At suns first Ray

Wings grow, boy flies, his big hands, gently guides
Girl lifts into the sky
Now it’s their time, their time to fly

Ride their dreams, atop the silver moon
Liquid skies, a humble tune
Hands feeling soft skin
Still lips, hearts in a spin

They found their own way
They found their own way
At suns first Ray
The lights on the bay

Hearts explode, under watchful eyes,
A fire wheel, fills the skies
The echo ends, the afterglow,
Holding tight, never letting go

They found their own way
They found their own way
Under the warmth of suns Rays
The grey fades, the colours stay

By Marcela Guajardo      August 2021

Ease your mind
Take away the weight
Our shoulders carry the weight of our thoughts
Our hearts carry the weight of our emotions
Our arms carry the weight of our work
Challenge weighs true

Let me help you
Tell me what is wrong?
Why do you cry?
Why do you laugh and then cry?
Is this madness?
Not madness

Inner voice yelling
Then whispering
Singing sweetly
Screaming at the sky
Chatting with effervescent nerve
Silent like an old granite cliff
Mind racing in top gear
Stuck behind the pack in last
Open like a flower in full bloom
A dried-up seed pod unable to open

Many places to be
Nowhere to go

At first, a tremor beneath the souls of my feet
Blink, a story millions of heartbeats away
Dark clouds over a field as acidic purge falls over us
Venomous mist seeps, humanity weeps
Blink, 18 stars bent and watching
Emitting rays pointing their random strikes

Blink, glorious earth temperate in her rotation
Marble folds on her maternal veil drapes us
Close to her breast, we heave in time with each breath
Blink, sustaining life in the chambers of her deepest ocean
Breathing air across the tall granite mountains
Distressed, and yet still here

Blink, ancient footprints track our journey
Not what we envisioned but “the enlightened ones” foresaw.
The need for understanding,
The need to cause conflict and agitate,
Blink, the need to protect,
The need to heal and mend.

Blink, you are here now, in your full extravagance
Delighting in fracking and disruption
Sleight of hand, our blindness is your reward
Blink, remorseless as you divide us
Along the fault line, we fall

Blink, with loved ones snatched
We turn on one another tossing
Handfuls of poison into the wind
Blink, triggered fingers pointed
Volcanic anger flares
A fist on a horses face
Lawlessness a momentary lapse

Blink, where will you strike next?
We suppress you
We support you
Following the artificial sun through the cracks
You rise again
As we turn on one another
The elusive phantom, a master chameleon
Spawning and stretching into an unknown vastness

Blink, yes, you are here to stay
You can’t be killed
You can’t be destroyed
Blink, neither can we
You will be tamed into submission
You will be a mere quiver beneath the souls of my feet
Blink, vitals diminish and you crawl away
Powerless and a mere symptom as you look out from a rock
Eye blinking.

Cervical Thoracic Lumbar

The natural curve
Supports all that life gives.
It withstands gravity
Wears and erodes with time

Dignity and poise when life is light
But heaviness of life burdens and bends
Life humps drag and pushes down
The spine fights the forces

Fighting the creep weighs dead
Muster muscles and thought
Natures law wins

The sharp point of a geometric compass
Stabs the page to position the beginning of a circle.
We met, came together
This was the beginning of us.

The arc was progressing at a constant radius
The direction was clear and apparent
Succumbing to its pull
Riding and shifting to keep its natural path

After a half life, the compass stopped  
The compass point came loose and as it clawed the page
Blobs of blood emerged from the scratches
Bleeding with wounds wide open

Task too large to shift and correct its position
Task too large for us to fix.
So much history and a life built together
In midway, stalled.

Best to close the circle
Seal it to minimise the bleed
Seal you in with our lifes work
Close me out to keep distance and end the bleed

Many years later, I see with clarity
2 lives continued separately
You needed the security and form, a half circle.
A protractor of sorts to help you navigate

With no rules or formulas to navigate
Disappointment and failure abounded
Colour and shape, I found
A pathway to solace, a place I could heal

Semicircle is a form, worthy of its own definition.
A meeting point and a point where we ended.
New forms emerge and they shift as life reveals itself.
No regrets, no malice and in the place remains a sense of gratitude.

Gratitude for the experiences
The life lessons we had to learn
For the legacy of the wonderful lives we created
For sharing THE experience, the most important one.

I am now the shape shifter
Bouncing around trying to find form
Maybe I am not meant to be one shape
Maybe this is what a creative does