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Prompt 28

March 6, 2020 by Deanna Repose Oaks

There was this house I lived in many lifetimes ago. It was on a hill overlooking the city of Monterrey, Mexico. A city with 3 right turns and no lefts. It is noisy, crazy, and full of people speaking a language I only know from the slang spoken on the streets in Southern California. The best Chinese food I have ever had was in a small restaurant just outside the city center, cooked by Mexicans, still better than all the Chinese food I ate in San Francisco’s Chinatown.

My view of the mountain was magical, especially at sunset. The mountain turns purple at the bottom and red at the top. The shadows fall in a circle around the base all throughout the day. I loved to read in my window box and watch the mountain, every morning. There was a slowness about the day.

Nights were lively, with parties on the streets nightly. Just friends in trucks with music pouring out of the speakers dancing on the beds, enjoying life as best they could. It was fun to watch but was most fun when they reached out and sucked me into the celebrations. I wish I could go back and stay.

Filed Under: Prompt Responses Tagged With: foreign country, old home, past

Distractions

May 24, 2018 by Deanna Repose Oaks

Faced with an unknown fear
Not knowing which way is up
Reaching through the unknown
Survived so much from the past
Yet still wanting to crawl back
Towards the familiar
Rereading records of old
Heart bleeding on tear soaked pages
Still can’t believe I’m here
The bridges are burnt I can’t go back
I stand on the precipice longing
For what I knew
It all started as a distraction
To keep from looking towards the breach
Without looking, now falling
Farther than I thought I could
Because I desired avoidance
Rather than success

Filed Under: Random Poetry Tagged With: distraction, failure, heart, past, Poem, Poetry, records

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