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

[Sunni Davis]

I guess you really can't go back home again. Its not always the place that changes;sometimes its just the way we perceive it. I sense a feeling of longing and abandonment in your words, something I can really relate to.

[Coyote Poetry]

My home was old Detroit. I was raised in a city with 2 million people who were busy and content. Today there is only leftovers and few memories that can be recognized. I understand your poem. Sad to go home and find little of what we were and came from. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote