to the Lost Boys

to the Lost Boys

A Poem by Emily B

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.
 

© 2011 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
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

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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

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 15 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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I think this is really good. A lot in there. Or, rather, the lot that is appeals to me.

The only possible part that I could see changing would be the term "full grown lap."

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Such an inspiration, I absolutely love your style. I can only hope to be as good as you someday.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

thank you?

i can only hope to be as good as me some day, my Muse comes and goes :)
Ah the lost boys will find a true home wherever you are.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like how you draw upon the idea of Peter Pan and Neverland with your illusions. At the same time, you refresh that classic story with poetry that is uniquely yours. Organic lines in the third stanza capture the heart of the season really portray the speaker as a steadfast woman. I really love the first three lines of the fourth stanza.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

thank you :)
Clearly the pop culture references are lost in me on this one. Sorry.

Though what do you think of the poet Sara Teasdale?

This piece is a feel-good piece though clearly, with effective lyricism and refrains, bringing a brimming easy release of poetic potentiality!

Out of your archives eh, 2009? What's up with 2013?

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

I like Sara Teasdale and Edna St. Vincent Millay. Though Emily Dickinson is the queen of my poetic w.. read more
This is a beautiful write, a write about the universality that is motherhood. The mothers pass on the love, the kindness, the nurturing I see that here.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm thinking of San Diego and the beach , and listening . lovely where words can take you ..

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Emily B

11 Years Ago

is sn diego warm right now?
Robin

11 Years Ago

probably in the 60's
Emily B

11 Years Ago

then that's where I'd like to be :)
I love it, wonderful

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is simply a beautiful write penned I would imagine by a true giver.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem deserves all the good reviews it has got - what I think is really impressive is the way it transports images with direct, strong language, it doesn`t get lost in metaphors but with astounding visuality brings its message across, great poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Emily B

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