Note: My 11 year old daughter Sophia wrote this poem earlier this evening.
Poem 1
Swooping down the sky
reaching what grasp cannot
through chiseled spaces
of interlocking earths
Gone to the time’s end
old darkest wrinkles
Voracious sounds of sight
always forward looking
What is never is now appearing
foretold futures swaying
on lines of pure balance.
Grains of gold including the factor
deepening eyes of she did swell up.
Raining waterfalls that did
forever secrets handling.
Translations from the English 
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Are you serious??!!! Not for me to tell YOU how much promise is there in that one small girl! Hug her for me and tell her an old poet you know says she is just fabulous!
Ron
Thanks, Ron. I will do just that.
Real talent runs in the family it seems.
Thanks L. Personally, I wish I had written many of those lines, especially “What is never is now appearing”…
This is beautiful, Sophia! Thank you for sharing your work. “through chiseled spaces
of interlocking earths” is a striking image. Keep writing 🙂
I will pass this on to her. Thanks, Josephine!
Wow! “What is never is now appearing” is definitely a Schwaner line. Remarkable. I could barely tie my shoes at that age…
FANTASTIC. Tell Sophia that a certain printer/publisher will be eagerly following her future work!
Ha ho, I will do that! Thanks E!
BOTH my present self and my 11 year old time-traveling poet self bow deeply to Sophia’s masterful wordsmithing! 🙂
a chip off the old block!
Oh my.
“Grains of gold…” She handles her words like a chef in her kitchen. It’s HER kitchen. Goodness, my boy is nowhere near writing like that in 3.5 yrs LOL. The voice is a bit resonant of yours, Jeff. But she is sure in her sounds, rhythm, and imagery.
Thank you for the support this year. I am thankful to have connected.
Happy holidays.
Diana
She handles imagery like a champ!