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

[TAO]

Such a true poem; we always look for mother in our mates (though, should I find her, I know to run away as far as I can). One day, perhaps we'll find something this special. Very nice read, indeed. You're surely gaining a fan, Emily Burns. Spin us a tale.

[Crowley]

This is pure magic....based on something so recognizable and something tugs at my heart and my mind every time I encounter it. You have something amazing here...but with all those previous reviews, I think you know that. Absolutely wonderful.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

It was a joy reading your words Emily,so very serene and tranquil like a cool evening zephyr.

[Tony]

The more I read this, the more I appreciate this understanding closeness, that is always felt in your poetry. Your giving nature within your words, allows us readers to put ourselves within your poetry. It is a great feeling, especially for the lost boys.

Tony

[mysticgmekeepr]

we are drawn like moths to a flame, to the ones who have our pieces...we all hold pieces of one anothers puzzle, and the Universe, faithful and only wanting our good , will lead us until our puzzle is complete

[...]

... beautiful ... just beautiful ... the narrative ... the dedication ... the note ...

but my voice brings you back to me.

... a very enchanting and yet haunting expression ...

like so much golden thread;

... fascinating and ravishing ...

spellbound by my gentle whisper.

... gorgeous expression ... and that's what this poem does to the reader ...

You are welcome to stay,
through spring rain
and autumn crisping,

... stunning images ... embroidered with such fine artistry ...

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.

... exquisite ... and moving ... bewitching too ... loved these last lines ... and the poem is an amazingly enriching read ...

[holly]

This is a lovely response - and thank you for including that poem from a friend. The wonders of nurturing friendship show clearly in this poem. And I loved the last two stanzas, the realization that one woman can only be idealized so long but that you are there for as long as you can offer them "gracious gifts."

[Celtic Cat]

Now THAT'S poetry!! Wow, Em, this is golden. The flow of your well placed words was not quite unlike floating upon a lily pad... and then that sink at the end. Ugh. Of course, that's what gives it that extra pop. Extraordinary writing!!

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Emily, this is such a wonderful read. I can picture you telling stories to the little ones..inviting them to stay..your note is one to think about ..and lovely prose.

Chloe
xo

[Narnie]

Your gentleness and love of words, closeness shines through here Emily. Beautiful. I am just browsing through to see old friends... Lovely to read your words.