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

[Frank Purcell]

Such a sense of helpless or uselessness. I loved this poem and its emotion. The reason i have joined the community is because of how writers and poets are able to gives words emotion, and give tone and voice to a page of black and white.
I would use this poem as an example of the highest quality.

[Sindhuja Seshadri]

I guess we grow out of places as grow out of clothes.... I can relate to this.

[Chelsea]

i definitely like the lines that say "I felt like a visitor with no place to go"... such feeling!

[Kimmee Jean]

Oh, this is soooo good. I can completely relate to that

[DarkAngel]

I get that lost feeling in familiar places too sometimes

[Skin]

A marvellous piece a favourite of mine, thanks

[M Garcia]

Excellent!

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Your both writings are Excellent!
I read whole poem.
Its really lovely!
Keep it up!
Lucky!

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is awesome, like an acid trip I guess. Purple curtains are the purple haze.

Nice work, brother.

[Shep]

Great work such grace such poise and elgance. It griped me. Nicely done.