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

[EMMIE]

this is so relating i felt the same way about the place i once called "home" this really is an awesome write!!! Enjoyed this x100 =)

[Kat Collins]

Memories are a funny thing...we remember home, but after some time away, it doesn't always feel like home when we return. It is a breaking of sadness and a fluttering of wings as we are set free from our constraints. Yet, we feel adrift in a sea of nothingness until we find our spot on earth. Another home. Simply engaging...

[Muse]

Purple Rain.......I could not help myself. lol Every poem of yours is done with such vivid imagery and emotion. We become keenly aware of your environment, the reader can even feel your discomfort!

[patricia]

I felt every line of that. You wrapped an heartwrench in beautiful prose. Captured that age old grief and frustration so well. Thankyou.

[Yari Garcia (Older Prof..]

This holds true that you can never go back home.

[Valette]

The image this poem brought to me was beautiful, comparing the sky to purple curtains. The rhythm was jerky, threw me off a bit, but it adds an element of jittery agitation to the entire piece, which is accented by the last two lines. Unrest, uncertainty, and unknown.
Very nicely done

[LiberScriptus]

I think you do a great job of conveying the feeling of loss and emptiness that accompanies a "homecoming" to a place that isn't what it it ought to be. The simple language says all it needs to with nothing in excess. I think it's interesting that it is both broken up and strung together at once, in that it has short lines but no stanza breaks. I think you've done a great job of expressing the coldness that sometimes accompanies returning to a place that should be familiar. I think it coudl be even more interesting if you were to perhaps play around with the visual- add punctuation or indentation to further express your point.

[Aidz]

Like the way you tell this journey... :)

[Michael of Gilead]

Did she change or did you?

[FireWoman]

Many times when we are away from our home we romanticize it. When we return we see it truly is. A meander down memory lane.