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

[Amplyyours]

This is a great poem. I love the imagery.

[kmartell]

Yes, my neighbors were farmers who took us boys in, they gave us chores and food. There were fifteen of us on a wagon going out to get hay bales. It was a wonderful time. Paul was the fathers name, it was like knowing Jesus. Now, as we are older we get to be the ones who can give back, we can offer our time, hands, hearts and souls to those young people who need.

[paul]

i think i'll stay.

[arbitrary jane]

i had not read this one of yours... such warm and beautiful imagery for the way the world gathers its cold hard around your warm fire.

[SpitfireGrrrl]

This is the most beautiful promise I've ever read. Thanks for sharing it! Definitely made me smile!

[Marie Harrison]

Gentle sweet poem.

[Greg the Bard]

I like the image of this work that seems to flow from the beginning but I did not find it as open as I might have. I believe the title set me up for something else. Still it is amazing how you carry the thought pattern over to the next line. I love the "you scoop them up with wondrous hands". I believe I saw Windy who was playing mother way before her time in the story. Great Job!

[Linear]

So im lost and sit at your ankle, watching your every move, the rise and fall as you breathe the moisture on your lips, but the beauty I see is behind sparkling eyes of lustre and that my love is you

[lostboy]

we all need a time to listen..we need ..space.. to live and be free in. when i have listened long enough and have found the words i seek ..i let them fly me to freedom.

[Chris]

THAT is their loss... hands have character... breasts - a flavor of hearth and heart and softest pillow a man will ever find...

Being held isn't the sin... its having to let go...