Purple Curtains

I returned back to my former home of San Pedro. When I go there it felt as if she turned her back on me.

Purple Curtains

 

It was different

I made it to the end of the 110

I took a left

On Gaffey

The familiar felt unfamiliar

The place I called home

Was now

Foreign

The misty cloud held onto Palos Verdes

Like great white dragons

I walked to Cabrillo but stopped

Short

I no longer felt the desire

I lost the lust

I sat on a bench

And drifted

To a short nap

When I awoke

The horizon

Appeared the color of grape jelly

Like huge Purple curtains

The clouds hung in the

Sky

Like a great partition between

Land and sea

I walked to my car

 It no longer felt like home

I felt like a visitor

With no place

To go

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

sometimes I have trouble knowing what to put here, maybe it is enough to know that I walked and drifted and felt ill at ease, just the way you wrote it

[Chris]

going away and trying to come back...we lose the self we left behind and always miss it.

Chris

[Marie Harrison]

Isn't it odd when some place, some one or sometime becomes a stranger to us instanteously. You've expressed this experience very well. I love the image of the purple grape jelly.

[Meghan]

I really loved the images in this piece. Nice write!

[Dark Beauty]

Excellent write,great imagery!!

[Judy Ponceby]

So sad and beautifully written. Love the images of purple curtains and misty clouds as white dragons. Well done!

[Scandalous]

"i felt like a visitor with no place to go" So powerful. So beautiful.

~ Scandalous

[Diane]

Honestly I live that last line everyday! I like your work.

[Blessed_Angel]

This writing made me fell like i was lost. This was a great write you got some talent keep up the good work.