Tuesday, June 1, 2010

T is forTalent

ABC Wednesday Round 6 has reached the letter T. Thank you, Denise, for starting this weekly spot where friends can meet to share their talents by following the link above or the badge to the left.

The talent I would like to showcase today is that of a young poet, the son of a friend. The poet, Kincaid Gould, is only eight (yes, 8) years old.

I will let his poetry speak for itself and let his wonderful feeling for words and nature shine through them.
by Kincaid

splash and splatter
drizzle and splinter
dazzle my eyes
a dash of wonder
a dash of light

by Kincaid

spirals of shimmering vapor
diamonds of puddles
swishing in the wind
flashing ribbon hitting the ground
opening the gate of drizzle.

by Kincaid

glory full looks
bleeding for happiness
screaming for joy

gloomily reflecting the glittering sun
meek little leaves

by Kincaid

mountains shimmer
snowy mountain peak
a stream of purple
a line of blue
a flow of pink
and a wave of white light
a rough surface
and a fuzzy inside

mountains shimmer
snowy mountain peak

by Kincaid

Shiny winds blow
and frosty chills tickle me
breezing past me quickly
diamonds blowing magestically

by Kincaid

smooth and tough rocks
pebbles are chunks of boulders
some rocks are cloudy
and some rocks describe the sunset
some rocks are grassy
and some watery rocks too.

by Kincaid

forests gloom with trees
seas of frosted clover
dark and magically
takes me across the bridge of fairies
past the enchanted emerald ruby sky
of mystical dawn

I wish you could see the little scraps of paper on which these are printed. I took a few liberties with spacing, such as centering the lines which Kincaid had positioned from the left of the page. I thought it looked better on the blog. I also put in that line-break in ROSES because I interpreted the next-to-last line to refer to the meek little leaves not the happy flowers. I capitalized all of the titles (the poet used no capital letters) but signed each title with by Kincaid, since he used it with the title on every poem and may have considered it an integral part. Am I right, Kincaid? Consider me one of your first fans - and keep writing!