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
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.
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.
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
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 g.. more..