Relentlessly she tossed
Waiting for the boy in green
Still not accepting
He was nothing but a dream
Like a rose the moon bloomed
As the frozen landscape slurred
Streetlamps gathering sounds
... But the mists kept them blurred
A silence same to the houses
Where the English soundly slept
But Wendy heard the noise
As the snow melt sadly wept
Like a raven in a poem
Came on her glass a tapping
She tossed away her covers
Knowing it was happening
At the window a shadow hunkered
Shivering in the chill
But the frost had not taken
The strength of her will
"Wendy," the shadow whispered,
"Are you ready to fly?"
"There is no need whatsoever"
"To bid your parents a last goodbye."
"Who are you?" she asked
"And then I'll ask no more."
"I am the key," Peter answered.
"And I am your Door."
"Let us go to a place,"
He said with a smile.
"I never believed in Destiny,"
"But for you I will awhile."
Copyright 2012 Edward Randall Arriaga
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Poetry Emotion: The Lost Boy's Secret Council
Peter slept deeply that morning
Neverland's sun rising high
The Lost Boy's called a council
Asking desperate questions why
Tinker sat as the chairman
... Their hope she had took
Though no boundary surrounded them
They were pages in her book
Tink took the stage with laughter
Glowing like a flower in bloom
She said, "Boys we have gathered,
To watch Peter seal our doom."
The boy Justice spoke swiftly
"Of what end do you speak?"
he was answered by Prudence
"It's the girl Peter seeks."
"He has lost his sense of a place,"
"That Indians and mermaids do share."
"This girl comes to our Neverland,
"From a place that is Neverthere."
Copyright 2012 Edward Randall Arriaga
Image: Thomas Kinkade Signature Gallery
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Poetry Emotion: Where The Lost Boys Dwell
Peter landed deftly
Upon hills rolling swirls
Around him gathered Lost Boys
Who threw their arms around the world
The Pan they had proclaimed him
In the trees they gladly dwelt
High above the earth they slept soundly
But on that earth they now knelt
Clothed in skins of nature
They never stood alone
They found it's not brick that builds a house
But blood that builds a home
A cheer rose noisily
As he and the golden fairy descended
Then they cried tears of joy
Fearing their leader's time had been ended
It was Orion who first questioned
While Tinker smirked with glee
"Peter, why have you been leaving?"
"Who is it that you see?"
Peter hung his head
Like a flower that has withered
Tinker then did answer
As a snake that did slither
She said, "Peter has a dilemma,
"And in this your part does not play,
"You live here in Neverland,
"While Peter flirts away."
The Lost Boys looked about in confusion
While the trees grew more shade
Tinker held a laugh inside
Until Pan showed of what he was made
"I will tell you, O' brothers mine,"
"I have gone to see a girl."
"She breathes the air in a land of fools,"
"I intend to bring her here."
Copyright 2012 Edward Randall Arriaga
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