The Lost Boy
- Stephen Whiteside
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The Lost Boy
The Lost Boy
I found the boy in a little flat in the ruined heart of town.
He’d set up camp on a faded couch as the bombs kept raining down.
I didn’t try to reassure – I saw no point in that.
I only asked how he endured inside that little flat.
I asked about his courage, surely sourced from some great well,
The work of conversation served to calm us for a spell.
Yet still I scarce could comprehend the threat was quite so near,
That he must live from day to day alone, and with such fear.
At last I left him sitting there, and went off on my way,
For I had far to travel still before the close of day.
My conscience tugged me slightly, but he was no child of mine,
And the fate that had befallen him was not of my design.
As the sun sank lower, I began to count the cost
Of leaving him behind. I also worried, was I lost?
I felt a gentle brush against my palm, and turned to see,
Though I had left behind a little stranger, he’d found me!
© Stephen Whiteside 10.03.2018
I found the boy in a little flat in the ruined heart of town.
He’d set up camp on a faded couch as the bombs kept raining down.
I didn’t try to reassure – I saw no point in that.
I only asked how he endured inside that little flat.
I asked about his courage, surely sourced from some great well,
The work of conversation served to calm us for a spell.
Yet still I scarce could comprehend the threat was quite so near,
That he must live from day to day alone, and with such fear.
At last I left him sitting there, and went off on my way,
For I had far to travel still before the close of day.
My conscience tugged me slightly, but he was no child of mine,
And the fate that had befallen him was not of my design.
As the sun sank lower, I began to count the cost
Of leaving him behind. I also worried, was I lost?
I felt a gentle brush against my palm, and turned to see,
Though I had left behind a little stranger, he’d found me!
© Stephen Whiteside 10.03.2018
Stephen Whiteside, Australian Poet and Writer
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Re: The Lost Boy
Very poignant and intriguing, Stephen!
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Did anything in particular prompt this one, Stephen? The image that sprang to my mind was the widely publicised photo from a couple of years ago of the little boy sitting in an ambulance in Aleppo after he'd been pulled from the wreckage of a bombed building.
David
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Re: The Lost Boy
Intriguing indeed, Stephen - and like David, certain images definitely sprung to mind as I read this one
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Thanks, all. I remember the boy, David, but no. The poem was based on a dream I had the previous night.
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Wow! Good on you Stephen, for finding inspiration even in your dreams!
Like the others, my mind immediately went to the tragic images of today’s war zones.
I really like the poem’s simplicity. It says so much.
Cheers
Shelley
Like the others, my mind immediately went to the tragic images of today’s war zones.
I really like the poem’s simplicity. It says so much.
Cheers
Shelley
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"Look fer yer profits in the 'earts o' friends,
fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
(CJ Dennis "The Mooch o' Life")
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fer 'atin' never paid no dividends."
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Thank you, Shelley.
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Re: The Lost Boy
Writing music or poetry from dreams, I think, has a history in art. ( Blake, Berlioz, Mahler, Isaiah, John the Divine among others )
But do these dreams really mean anything or reveal anything . Maybe dream poems do??
But do these dreams really mean anything or reveal anything . Maybe dream poems do??
Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
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I know Coleridge's "The Ancient Mariner" came from a dream.
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