eastern

it felt serene
like an awakening
it smelled like dust covered peaches
the same peaches in the trunk
it sounded like melted ice
it used to be something else
it felt like a deep breath
it felt like the pond in a dream i wouldn’t dream for another three years
can i still breathe underwater?
a car crashed over that hill,
over there
it’s frozen in time since the 1970s
“next time i’ll check it out”
mushroom milk. it tasted like mushroom milk that is surprisingly good
the hills like the rolling tide west of here
as we drive away the ice refreezes
until next summer when we melt it upon arrival
it felt serene
yes, like an awakening
a fresh breath and a car crash
it felt serene

Author's Note

how’s my imagery? it’s the main thing i’ve been working on!

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very effective imagery....brought me back to when I was a kid...we were skating on a frozen pond at the bottom of a hill, and someone crashed into our car...the car then rolled to the edge of a precipice and almost over it...it would have crashed into the ice where we all were skating.
i still remember the sound of the hit...and the fear we all had as our 1957 two-toned black and white Oldsmobile started to roll.
j.

[Indra's Child]

loved it, it's still taking me down a semi-psychedelic path

[Jennifer Patino]

I love the sensory stimulation of the poem. Very vivid descriptions. I could put myself in the poem. Very, very good write.