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

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Posted 15 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.




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Oh, Emily. This brings me close to tears.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is wonderfully penned, love the rhyme scheme. Great job miss Emily.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A perfect one Emily... this is so sweet..so kind...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I feel here a kind of maternal love or that kind of deity protecting fertility and mothers in some cultures. A bountiful leap filled with stories. The place where a lost boy always returns. I like the images in your poem, the mixture of natural and human life. I feel also hope and a sort of happiness in this poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow I really love the line "Spellbound by my gentle whisper" It's really beautiful and descriptive!

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I think this is one of my favorite pieces of yours so far. You have said before that your goal as a writer is for your "words to meet metal" and I think that I understand what you meant. This seems "complete" to me. It seems as though instead of trying to come up with the perfect five line poem you are rather just letting the words breath with this one. Doing that add flesh to the proverbial bone and it shows with this piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

it is interesting

Posted 12 Years Ago


you do have those qualities for the lost boys:)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Having suffered from the Wendy complex myself... I hear you sister :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

many men i know are lost in one way or another, though i would imagine this also applies to both sexes.....but there is something about men that makes them extra vulnerable to the kind loss of loss you refer to, and at those times, they return to seek out the image of their mothers....sad but in some way, comforting too

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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