Lost Souls

strangers meet like ships

and steal fleeting kisses

amidst the opportunities

and missed understandings

they stand their ground

while waves threaten

to carry them away

to ancient lands

where spirits live

and ancestors still rule

they claim their freedom

stand on the shore

fixed firm like sand

shifting and shaping

a new world

at odds with the old

sickening, decaying

losing connection 

strangers wander aimlessly

like spirits in the wilderness

no place to call home

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Not your basic upper here. It seems to refer to those seeking love and who don't find it "amidst the opportunities/and missed understandings." It also seems to lay the responsibility at the feet of their fixed opinions and stubbornness. If they don't change their ways their ends are not pleasant. Sad.

[Helen]

Hi John the Baptist. I love your interpretation of this, thank you for taking time to read, think and review. I am just puzzled by the word upper that you use as I don't know what it means in this context.

[Kerra]

I like the emotions in this write, quite intriguing

[sonnie ibadah]

"...steal fleeting kisses
amidst the opportunities
and missed understanding..."
I guess we are all broken souls searching to belong, to be understood, to be enough for someone. The sad part is that, along the way, we keep losing pieces of ourselves in the search. Well, at least that's my take ;) Nice work!

[emmajoy]

People come and go in life, some stay and become part of your scenery. Others come and go, ever strangers, sharing what they think is enough. Other tell but never ask, some ask but never tell.. lost strangers depending on who and what they, we, are. Perhaps we're all lost souls but pretend that the grass is NOT greener elsewhere! Perhaps some remain safe in their past, their culture.. their choic; others trike out and want to cahnge the world.. for selves more than others. And one could go on and on becuase just as we multi think.. the multitudes will fly a unique not altogether company of lost souls, sailing under a flag that stills or tatters in the weather. Perhaps. Your poem makes one think, metaphors that travel, thoughts nudged!

[Miss Sharon]

(strangers wander aimlessly like spirits in the wilderness no place to call home) This closure to your poem speaks volumes about the world in which we live. Very poignant. ~Sharon

[Tepo]

Clever and mysterious
Love it
Enthralling read from a talented writer

[Arundass TP]

I loved the last 3 lines. Beautiful ly written poem

[Wherearemysocks]

Maybe I'm just too young to understand your poems completely but why do I think of lovers when I read it?Like how 2 lovers meet amidst everything,some challenges stand in their way then in the end they broke up and feel lost because what they call home is now lost.Why did it even rhyme again?

[Betty Hermelee]

I call them free spirits... wanderlust, seeking new lives in a lost place together. seeking love and understanding, but also misunderstanding....fleeting spirits, strangers seeking firm ground, but not always finding it. Nice write.
Fondly, Betty

[Crosby Idasa]

Indeed strangers meet like ships... beautiful and well written

[Helen]

Thank you Crosby

[Fran Marie]

there seems to be
are a lot.of lost souls
these days wandering
aimlessly about.
a sad plight for many

I especially like
the ending

like spirits in the wilderness
no place to call home
so very well penned;

[Helen]

Thank you Fran Marie