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john, the lost boys, and never never land
by Rachelle Howeshe was a lost boy, poised,
waiting for peter to come back and
save her from never never land.
she was walking through the endless passage,
listening for clocks and the constant
ticktockticktocktick, but i
wandered into the void,
into the sea which held souls captive,
wondering which leg would biteandsnag but,
there she was, waiting, waiting for peter,
and here i whispered,
"you're no wendy yet." 06/07/2007 Author's Note: goodbye, baby. i love you.
Posted on 06/07/2007
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 06/07/07 at 07:38 AM This has a lovely dream like quality. Well done. |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 06/07/07 at 12:35 PM wow. i loved this. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/08/07 at 03:31 AM I missed stuff like this a lot. Very few can paint it the way you can. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 06/10/07 at 08:52 PM found in the lost folder...too personal, I imagine, for me to fully appreciate, all lowercase and whispers - is there calm without a storm? [rhetorical :]
missing your fire, watching for the rings... |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 06/14/07 at 08:27 PM This has the ethereal quality of a never never land and as a once time dweller and Wendy impersonator I appreciate this vision...psst I was lured by my Pan but in the end I rescued him from himself. smh |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 06/15/07 at 04:24 PM Hello, my love. You've done it again: manufactured dream fragments for my subconscious. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/15/07 at 08:03 PM it almost feels that there is no peter in this story, it feels lonely... |
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