INCONCEIVABLY BLONDE....

Take a long walk in the pouring rain, let your hair spill freely down your back and smell all life that's flowing in your veins awaken in the storming sky's attack. Hold out your hands for those tiny kisses to lick and cool the heartache--and you smile, splashing past the windshield-wipered masses stuck in traffic--makes it all worthwhile. Look between the clouds as sunlight rainbows sparkling color in each falling drop. Amid new puddles children freely frolick, until their mothers scream for them to stop. Close your eyes and let the chilled breeze blush you-- just catch the taste of wet sky on your tongue. no matter if your clothes are soaked right through, they'll dry out as you walk back in the sun. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez February 21, 2012

Happy Friday--T.G.I.F!  I wrote this trying to capture the sensation of slowing everything down, trying to fall asleep, and the noises, sensations, distractions that eventually blend away...... Originally titled this one "Bedtime" but not too sure--would welcome any suggestions on a title for this poem, feel free to email me or post a comment, Thanks for reading! :)  Eliza In bed. Restless mind wandering throughout day passed. Body first tenses, sensing, tingling, rebelling at the cool, crisp passive of sheets that ease me into familiar warmth of bed. Shreds of conversations mix with feeling, colors racing past closed, fluttering eyelids in fast forward dim the sudden swishes splashes of passing cars and scratching branches. Rainfall statics on outside awnings as I dig deeper undercover for peace. And quiet. My mind slowly softens noise and image, giving into floating and dancing in the darkening shadows of room. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez 2/17/...

I stand here, holding the rest of my life in my hands, seeing the glistening of the bands, and I smile-- knowing our promises can be forever. And forever’s just beginning with the slice of the cake and the tinkling glass. Whatever we make of the rest of our lives is what matters. We can last through the end of our song on the floor. Kissing, breathless, eager for more of tomorrow right now. I stand here, making the rest of my life in my hands, dragging your lips down to mine so I can drown in the beat of your heart, and I smile-- knowing our love can be forever. And forever’s just beginning with the walk down the aisle and the licking of fingers. Whatever we make of the rest of our lives is what matters. We can last through the end of the vacuuming the floor. Clinging hotly, Ready for more of tomorrow right now. I stand here, loving the rest of my life in my hands, feeling the locking of heat Inside mine. So I can burn in the flow of your gaze and taste the strengt...

41 years ago today my parents met in a bustling New York City courtroom.  Slender bride, stylish groom. Incredibly beautiful. Tall. Striking beyond measure. Artfully framed collaged pictures show a room full of smiling faces, toasting glasses, cutting cake.  Takes me back to that day there with them. There. In the moment. Heaven. 10 months ago  Mom lost her battle with the big C. This anniversary tugged at me,  What to do, what to do, what do to now .... When I asked what he'd like to do this day, Dad sadly huffed, stared, ran his hand through his chemo-thinning hair, then he said, "It doesn't mean anything now, so it won't be celebrated anymore, now that she's gone...." Well.... I. Don't. Think. So. Now more than ever is reason to celebrate-- he's still here, with us, pulse, breathing, and all--  defying the odds and predictions, sharing his life-learned lessons in laughter, in tears, and sometimes in pain gaini...

Feel me through my fingers-- let your touch light the way by the glow of the candle in my room. Trace lazy musings along my quivering jaw with nothing but night to give way to the gasps in my head-- nothing but night to echo the silence instead. See me through my eyes-- let your stare pave the way for the scrunching of sheets in my room. Burning quiet embers along my parted thoughts with nothing but night to give way to the burstings inside-- nothing but night to blanket what I cannot hide. Own me through my lips-- let your breath fill the way in the lick of the fan in my room. Suck unspoken dreams along hot swell of my heart with nothing but night to give way to the contented smiles-- nothing but night to fear for awhile…. Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez Originally 7/21/97, rev. 2/8/12

(OK, folks, this is another realllllllllly oldie that I dusted off and reworked--you can tell I'm dating myself by "rewinding the tape" which of course VCRs are obsolete now, LOL!) Movie’s over. I had a great time. Be sure to rewind the tape and pick up what you leave behind. Don’t flip the switch on just yet— yawn and stretch in the hazy static for awhile.   No need to move-- I’m perfectly wonderful sharing my quiet with you as I trace lazy circles in worn spots on the carpet. Movie’s over. I had a great time. Be sure to rewind the tape and pick up what you leave behind. Don’t put your shoes on just yet, but close your eyes, feel the soothing, steady rattle of the A/C echo through the air in the room.   No need to rush-- I’m perfectly content sharing my dark with you as I prop my head up with your pillow. Movie’s over. I had a great time. Be sure to rewind the tape and pick up what you leave behind. Don’t worry about moving the chairs back just yet-- just leave th...

Your words glow thru the static, boring into my skin, brand hot raws of pure light into my eyes, making me see how to see you thru darkness, find my way to your glow in the night once again-- keeps me warm in the night, radiates rebirthed pulse of living. I turn. and. roll into. the tide that thunders upon shore-- to be sure of my total submission. Your thoughts glow thru the silence between sighs-in-the- sheets in my bed, fanning embers of pure heat into my head, making me feel how to feel you thru mistings, find my way to your glow in the night once again-- makes me smile in the day softly flickers of laughing. I turn. and. run into. the waves that tower above shore-- to be sure of my complete devotion. Your touch glows thru black velvet in bedroom, inciting wet riot into my mind, making me know how to know you thru nightfall, find my way to your glow in the night once again-- grips me to stay in my dreams soaked shudders of loving. I turn. and. dive into. the water that...