INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

These lines are observations/reflections of my mom from the perspective of me, an involved bystander, broken-hearted....It's one thing to have to come to terms with a disease that's beating your body, from the inside out, killing you....Then, on top of that, at the same time to have to also experience losing your memory, your control--how mind-blowing and excruciatingly painful--for yourself and your family! I can’t imagine the hell she’s suffering, only support, care, cry, observe, ponder, reflect, and pray--always pray. May God be merciful and grant my mother--my beautiful, brilliant, proud, accomplished, vibrant, giving, selfless, loving mother—peace, love, comfort, and meaningful time left with us and spare her the suffering and the torture of being trapped while feeling her body and mind break down.  Lord, please, hold, wrap, and keep her in Thine loving embrace, I'm begging....I pray they find a cure for cancer, and with each passing day my mom lives, I'm praying

Rub your dreams into my back until they're real-- Until they curl around each synapse-- Until I feel that you won't fade or disappear with day. Kiss your thoughts into my hair until they're real-- Until they penetrate each strand-- Until I feel that you won't loosen up and roll away. Squeeze your words into my skin until they're real-- Until it quivers with each whisper-- Until I feel that you won't leave the sheets cold but just stay. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez February 18, 2011

Let your thoughts dive in my eyes and let your pulse throb on my tongue, as your hands sweep back my mind-- Make me feel that I'm the one. Let your words float in my tears and let your breath flow through my lungs, as your mouth sucks back my heart-- Make me see that I'm the one. Let your deeds swim down my cheeks and let your sighs sing in my ear, as your love soaks in my soul-- Make me know that I'm the one. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez Friday, February 18, 2011

Take a walk with me, won’t you, just for awhile, let your feet take you wherever they feel like walking. I’m not talking about miles away or anything-- or really talking at all-- just take your shoes off, let your toes breathe and wriggle in the sand, take my hand, stand at the shore, let the waves wash away the stored up stress, feel the mess float away. I wonder as you wander if you smell the smile of the sea calling on you to free yourself, to "be still, and know that He is God," to open up and to see this place with new eyes, with new heart, with new ears, listening to words no people speak (but earth, sky, animals do). Connecting you to the world all around you. You can do this, if you want to-- that’s the real question, the one with no right or wrong answer, no first or second or third place-- it’s not a race to the finish, to be fat or be thin-ish. Better ask before time vanishes, conceals, instead of revealing those precious lit

Tell me what you want to know and I’ll show you how I feel. Curl your hand around my heart and I will beat it into real. I’ve got this chance to get it right when all the rest went wrong. I don’t know why I can speak-- Soul’s staccato manifests in song. I wish you could see what I mean, what I feel when you look at me. Pull back my eyes and peek inside at the glow overflowing, seems oceans of time swim in my mouth. Words spilling out so wet, so free, drip down my chin, shimmering true meaning of me rain into you. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez Monday, February 14, 2011

Just when the night begins to slip away, I turn, awaken, begging for it to stay awhile longer, in the dark with me. Stay.                                         Please! Stay—just smooth my fears away.                 Just when the sun emerges from the sea,                                   Chasing remnants of the night into gone. Watch dewy leaves   crispen to me, Reach out, shake off their sleep at my window. Just when the dawn paints colors of the sky by number, streaking ribbons, through the clouds by day, by night, and even in my dreams. So pretty, so simple, yet nothing’s as it seems. I have my path, I take it day by day. I’ll live to make my dreams real, come what may. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez Friday, February 11, 2011

This is my attempt to follow suit with Robert Lee Brewer's "Wednesday Poetry Prompt: #122" on his "Poetic Asides"  for today (which link is listed below so you can get a better idea of why I wrote a sonnet today).  His theme for the prompt was to write a poem based on using the following theme--"one of these days"....can be found at: http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/2011/02/09/WednesdayPoetryPrompts122.aspx Here's my attempt of using the theme, both as a theme, as actual/literal lines, incorporating them into a Shakespearean Sonnet--enjoy :) One of these days you’ll read me on the page one morning, wonder how it is I seem to share feelings so freely and un-cage those inner monologues of deferred dream. One of these days you’ll hear me in your ear melodizing memories, humming lull-a-byes, unstick self from "been-there- done-that" career, exploring nooks, feel crannies with closed eyes. One of these days you’ll sme

(It's not enough to burn in silence, to tell or show no one.) Burning, burning, burning spirit's ember glowing through, sparks igniting blue in my eyes. How can I see, when all I feel is the blinding blaze that consumes me, enraptures me, brands into my mind the swiftly passing time. Unhealed wounds let the spiritual lava leek, ooze, sear them shut. How can I be glowing? I feel the molten heat, creepy- crawl along my spine, sizzle, flow up from my toes, out my nose. The magma waves pounding, punching through my mortal cave that's my chest.... Is this some kind of test, to see how long I can last? Feel that steam building fast, rising higher and higher to a fever pitch that only my inner cat can hear. Frenzied locomotive whistles, wails, and, screaming, shoots up from the heart and out into the open, evaporating upon contact with the cool, outside. Away from this. This deep organic churning that's burning me up inside, I ca

Note:  I wrote this quite awhile ago, probably about a year or so before Ben and I got married...so that would be probably 12-13 years ago...always loving music, singing all over the place, I've longed for the day to be able to sing my little ones (still waiting, praying, hoping, and dreaming).  Both my mom and dad used to sing to us growing up, from Mom singing us "The Apple Juice Song" to Dad bellowing out in his rich bass his favorite hymns to wake us kids up for Seminary.  I had a dream one night and woke up humming this soothing little melody--so I had to sit down and put some words to it.  A few minutes later I had me a simple little lullaby for babies of my dreams.  Sweet dreams! Sleep, my baby, sleep, my child. Mamma's here for quite a while In the mornin' I'll kiss your smile. Now, sleep, my baby, sleep, my child... Sleep, my baby, sleep, my dear. Mamma's here, so don't you fear. In the night I'll hold you near. Now, sl

Note:   OK, this is mushy me again, but from a different place...   You see, I began writing this after hearing my hubby talk about his experiences when he served as a full-time missionary for our church down in Argentina in the mid-1990s.  Listening to his stories filled with inspirational, transformational experiences, emotional tears, and personal reflections, I  caught a slight glimpse into the journey he took--before, during, and after his mission, and the sacrifice, the service, and the extreme joys and sorrows he must have gone through.  There I was--totally speechless (and those of you who know me pretty well know how RARE that I am ever speechless)...I "sat All Amazed" at this man sitting across from me, bearing his soulful experiences and reflections.... One evening after listing to his mission stories,  noting especially the hardships he experienced as he tried making the transition back into regular life after his mission ended; I quietly gave thanks to my 

(For My Midnight Sun....) Cuddle me close a little longer into your chest, and hold me tight; smile against my half-closed eyelids, kiss my freckles soft and light. I've never dreamed in all my lifetime I could feel love deep as this. I am complete, I am at peace--you have giv'n me this most priceless gift. Your rugged hands stroke back the day's tears and hold mine gentle in the night. You sing to me 'til I am laughing and twirl me, dance with me just right. I thank God each day for you--I found you-- my true soul mate and dearest friend. I blush and giggle when I realize our love's forever and will never end.... Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez October 4, 2008; rev. February 3, 2011