INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

Rapping nails to the beat on the weathered wheel, a woman sips her soda bubbled inside the cool glass air of her Honda. Mirrors flashing from hood-to-windshield as cars cut across the steady swish of monoxide-laced wind. Protruding from the spine of the highway, street lights enjoy the aerial view of “traffic conditions, weather updates, sports highlights, and much more of your favorite music coming up….” Egrets poke out worms and discarded junk food, weaving among propped palms freshly staked into the ground-- just framing glittering billboards and accenting those pretty peach walls. Gulls and herons stepping around shredded tire strips, ignoring scraps of metal and “big gulp” cups swirling and whipping all around them, the trees, the cars, the grass. They’ve adapted to that-- they had to. After all, it’s home, it’s here, and it’s what’s left to do…. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez Originally 1995, rev. January 2012

I know, I know, it's been WAY too long since my last blog or poem--I got a bit sidetracked.  The end of August we took a roadtrip up to Indy to bury Mom, which was very difficult, beautiful, cathartic, and special for all of us, especially Dad.  Upon our return, Dad felt sick; after going to the doctor, we had to admit him for tests, fearing it was something to do with his heart condition.  Unfortunately, 3 weeks later, it turned out to be terminal small cell lung cancer that had spread to his lymph nodes and bone marrow.  Cancer.  Again.  So, I was a bit tied up with that (still am, but it's not an excuse to keep writing), so my apologies....truly.... I'm BACK, and after going thru unpacking and rediscovering some VERY OLD stuff I wrote a bazillion years ago, here's one I used to like.   Wrote this in 1996, so bear with me :)  You Never Know You never know what's behind the door unless you open it-- feel the cool clicking in your ha...