a holiday memory

A Poem by writingforfun

its kinda like a essay poem :)

A cold breeze sends shivers up my spine. Slowly loading our heavy bags into the car. Brown foliage fall from the trees. Walking towards the house to say our final goodbyes, waves of sorrow and regret piercing our utmost feelings of joy. Hands waving like kites in the wind as we slowly pull away from the house, gazing at the voyage to come. Endless roads snake into the radiant sunrise. Misty breaths of fog sheath the window making it impossible to see through. Lethargy gradually catches up to us, covering us in a deep miasma of slumber. Leaning our heads against the frostbitten window, the world suddenly as dark as the night’s sky.

Sluggishly wake up. Sleep in the corners of our eyes as hard as uncut diamonds. Puzzled eyes wander toward the GPS trying to figure out where we are. Driving around a bend, car stopped in front of us, screeching of brakes like nails on chalkboard, CRASH. Dad turns around surveying us for damage like a hawk protecting its young. Stepping out of the car, sliding around, determined to reach the cause of the accident. Short, stubby lady a mist of black gothic makeup surrounding every inch of skin. Vile words spilling out of her mouth, she stumbles out of the car. Trying to figure out registration and details of the accident. Papers flying everywhere, scurrying around trying to find pens. False accusations, dramatic exaggerations, the only things escaping her mouth. Rubbing her neck, making excuses, drives off leaving us behind with an incurably dented rental car, no form of communication.

Walking through the blizzard, desperately searching for any sort of civilization. Snow-plower dispersing of his equipment. Shouts echo through the air, trying to grasp his attention. Running, as fast as the wind, he looks up, wondering what’s causing such a commotion. Conversing, pulling out his radio, a sense of reassurance, a flowing river of warmth. Sitting in the car, frozen seats, cold hands. Eyes getting heavy, slowly closing.

Roaring of an engine, a cold breeze wafting through the open door. Stepping out of the door, looking around and seeing the tow truck. After what seemed like days, finally, it has arrived. Climbing into the truck, so far off the ground, smoky smell of tobacco and air freshener. Truck moving up and down as it hits every hole in the road. Dropping us off at a local rental car dealership, dreading the long wait till the car arrives. Snowflakes drift onto the pavement, each so different and abstract. Clumping together, creating small lumps of snow. Car arrives, squashing every small snowflake in its way. A towering shadow of darkness overpowering the small rays of light. Trickily climbing into the car, waist barely reaching the bottom of the door. Racing down the road, eager to finally reach our destination. Only hours to go, pull out a book, words weaving their way into an intricate web of sleep.

Crackling of gravel, splashing of water. Lights illuminate the world above like a football stadium. Jingling of cabin keys as they pass through the window. Lights fade away, forests fill the area, owls hoot, deer jump on the side of the road. Log cabins lined up in rows. Lugging everything out of the car. Clicking of the lock as it slowly opens. Warmth and happiness overflowing, collapsing on the bed, plush pillows. Tranquility.

© 2011 writingforfun

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FayZodiac

WoW this is amazing Loved how you describe things made me feel like I am there I mostly liked this Short, stubby lady a mist of black gothic makeup surrounding every inch of skin . Keep it up . and I am sad for the fact that it is something you had to go through . but you made a good use of a bad situation .