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

[Dayran]

A point when we exchange one for another. There seldom is any going back. Its curious however that the physical nature of our being requires us to create an experience of it to affirm its truth. Makes a difference.

[Jessi Leigh]

Rose tinted glasses have faded... Beautiful. Simple and something that we can all relate too literally or figuratively.

[rwar ish me]

I love this,
It is a very nice write.
its simply beautiful work.
~Amai

[Raven Starhawk]

Simple yet remarkable and carried by a beauty that entices this reader to read again and again.

[stars are far]

this was beatiful
nicely done :)

[EMF]

A truly beautiful work. Crafted with skill and patience. A collection of emotions viewed through a prism. Beautiful in every respect

[caleb]

I love it! It is something so subtle, a subtle sadness, that has so much meaning to everybody.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Sad when you go back to where you come from and things are different, but memories of past times their you'll always have!