to the Lost Boys

I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.

Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much golden thread;
spellbound by my gentle whisper.

You are welcome to stay,
through spring rain
and autumn crisping,
though you still search
for someone with soft hands
and bountiful breast.

And when my gracious gifts spill over
from my full-grown lap,
you scoop them up with wondrous hands
and all the hunger
of a Lost Boy.
 

Author's Note

you asked Why the title was To the Lost Boys . . . and the last line only refers to one . . . there's always another, they show up here and there, sometimes one at a time, sometimes in twos and threes, and they tend to sit around a while, listening to my words, gathering hope enough to light out again

Reviews

[Tony]

Okay! your muse has swam ashore and you are ready to kick a*s. See? it is all in the attitude. Those lost boys should bow down and kiss them toes of yours. It doesn't take, magic fairy dust, but rather...your wholesome presense and whispered voice, to appreciate all that you are. This piece should be encouraging to all the lost boys. Thank you

Tony

[bob, small b. aka invs]

this poem made me want two different things. one, to be one of your lost boys listening to your tales, and, two, to be able to spin a tale as well as this that is worth awe-struck listening.

[Adam Whitworth]

If all your poetry is this fine I'm in for a real treat. I'm about to find out.

[Emily B]

how in the world did you ever find yourself here? this is a golden oldie!

[Adam Whitworth]

When I find a bona fide poet I subject all their poems to a Close Reading. Thats how I got so good, lol!

[Emily B]

glad to meet up with you then, we'll get along famously!

[lee von cleef]

the lost boy's, owned a horse Ragtime Rebel, but Sea Hero, won that derby day,we were 9th, beat eleven ,you usually win when you do that, beat eleven, and Courtney she was Tiger Lilly at eleven,The Lost Boys dressed in saddle towels pranced and danced around their girls at Christmas, I think foolish men, but oh to train for the lost boys again....to find a horse like Rebel again.... Oh to hold Tiger Lilly , blooming birthday June 11th, today, makes all the difference to me.

[r. f. jordan]

your perspective in voice is a gift to all of us. this is a charged piece, and permits the heart of the reader to align with the importance of compassion and empathy.
"You are welcome to stay,
through spring rain
and autumn crisping,
though you still search
for someone with soft hands
and bountiful breast."
almost as if the lost boys are lost because of the perfection they seek. well done.

[Sirius King]

i can relate to being a lost boy, but with no one to turn to

this is really good

[Emily B]

thank you, we are all lost sometimes

[Sirius King]

true

[emmajoy]

'And when my gracious gifts spill over ~~ from my full-grown lap, ~~ you scoop them up with wondrous hands ~~ and all the hunger ~~ of a Lost Boy.' Such beautiful phrasing.

Such a clever generosity of words, Emily.. you've used Barrie's phrase and made it yours in the most precious manner. To have a someone to turn to is what so many need, not merely lost boys. A sincere kindness is rare to find. (You)

[Rossen]

I love being so wonderfully impressed by your words, perfect!

[Peter H]

hmmmmmmmmm i truly liked this one , i think it leaves alot to an interpretation of the reader good write

[Emily B]

it all depends upon that red wheelbarrow :)

[Peter H]

lol

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I have always loved this piece of yours...nice to see you featuring it. I read it on your page several times. So much in the words, and such metaphorical significance.

[Emily B]

there are three of them in and out of my house right now

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

:)

[Sarah F-W]

You're a phenomenal poet! Your expression through the words has me lost for word, it just flows so easy! The first lines had me hooked,

"I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me."

It's almost commanding the readers attention, I love it :)