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

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Thats so beautiful , you are very special I agree :)

[raining]

...the lost boys moods are of recovery as they search. This poem is about those brief years or even months of time when a boy is launched into the world...not a man, with a mans definitions, but without clues as to what it is to become a man. It is most this time when the self is given reign. Those ageless years of twelve and fourteen and sixteen... as I see it, and this poem is about that time when the world and the boy work upon each other. thank you for this poem, it gives this man a glimpse into the slightness of his own thin youthful angst and period of discovery way back then. For as the poet says...the boy is the father to the man. thanks

[TamiViolet]

lol. Couldn't help but read Tony's review...lmao!!! Wow, Emily Burns....

You know, Initially, I read this as a sensual piece...till I began thinking and re-reading... This is just wonderful! Honestly, I don't know what else to say except that I adore it... This would work as a perfect piece for a senior English class...

And I totally understand the inspiration behind it.

[cest la vie]

My, what a delight to read this fine Friday evening.. The entire piece from first word to last syllable, excellent!!

[ALifeAquatic]

Adore this! Such a simple idea turned into this beautiful masterpiece! I love Peter Pan and the Lost Boys anyway but Reading this makes me want to revisit them. I could read this over and over, perhaps I will! Thank you for your kind feedback btw!

AHouseOfChambers

[Sorry Infamous]

Simply amazing. from start to finish... loved the metaphors "through spring rain
and autumn crisping"

[Lola Nation]

Brilliant and excellent response!!

[Phibby Venable]

this is wonderful, Emily..the gift of unconditional love is rare..and the type
of understanding you have is also.

[LJW]

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


Awesome bit above.

Are not all boys lost? Looking for soemthing other than the goodness before them?

[Charles]

A very nice poem, one that flows easily and has a beat that would probably lull those lost boys to sleep (and all good boys should know who knows when they're sleeping this time of the year). I wonder, though, why you switched to the singular (lost boy) at the very end. It seems you had spell-bound an audience, then suddenly had only one boy there. The poem that inspired your effort is also very nice - a tough piece to follow, but you did an admirable job. :-)