Lonely Places


strange faces
strange places
lonely faces
nameless places
nameless faces
rainy places


streets uneven
wicked women
strange feelings
places uneven
nameless women
unwanted feelings


lonely feelings
ugly strangers
down feelings
wicked strangers
uneven feelings
unwanted strangers


Inspired by One Stop Poetry’s Saturday prompt: the lyrics to People Are Strange by Jim Morrison.


About Chris Galvin

Chris Galvin is a Canadian writer, editor and photographer dividing her time between Canada and Viet Nam. Her essay Flood Season was a finalist for the 2012 Best of the Net prize, and Discovering Hến Rice in Central Việt Nam won third place (shared) and a Readers’ Choice Award in the 2015 I Must Be Off! Travel Essay Contest. Her work has appeared in various anthologies and literary journals, including Descant, Asian Cha, PRISM International, Room, and others. She has written in Vietnamese and English for Vietnam Tourism Review/Kham Pha Du Lich Vietnam Magazine, Travellive, and Du Lich Giai Tri. Chris is currently looking for a home for her recently completed manuscript, Breakfast Under the Bodhi Tree, a book about living, eating, and tour-guiding in Viet Nam.
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10 Responses to Lonely Places

  1. C Rose says:

    Loved the flow of this piece. The placement of words used in refrain worked beautifully in the read. Nice write ~ Rose

  2. Patricia says:

    very tight…
    just like that. Well done.

  3. coalblack says:

    true to the feel of the song. isolation inside of a crowd.

  4. chris says:

    Thanks C Rose, Patricia and Coalblack, for visiting and for your comments.

  5. Berit says:

    Liked the rhythm and careful wording of this.

    The rhythm does remind one of the original song. Good job!

    • chris says:

      Thank you Berit! The song holds many memories for me, and I listened to a lot of The Doors as a teen and beyond. It was a good choice of prompt.

  6. yamabuki says:

    Jim Morrison’s voice
    Alone in the darkness
    Down in the shadows
    Naming us strangers
    bringing us home

    Alone, Alone, Alone,
    Yet I feel you here
    Your eyes open
    Your lips calling to me
    What is this Dream

    I remember his voice
    1967 it was
    I was 21 at the time
    Vietnam was in the air
    As were the Doors

    Alone, Alone, Alone,
    Still you remain
    Your eyes watching
    Your lips smiling
    And I dream of you

    Shadows haunted us then
    As they always have done
    Strange colors of soul
    Lingering in our eyes
    Shaping our lives

    Alone, Alone, Alone,
    Where have you gone
    Your eyes have closed
    Your lips are changed
    When will we waken from this dream?


    • chris says:

      yamabuki, your poem expresses so well the feelings of that era, on so many levels.
      If you continue to gild my blog with your poetry, I will have to give you a corner of your own.
      Thank you, as usual. 🙂

  7. yamabuki says:

    Thanks for your beautiful poems
    That inspire my responses
    I am deeply impressed
    By the power of your writing
    You are so creatively inspired


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