11.12.08

To the Lake, to the Ribbon Red

Architecture

This is what little Sonia, age 9, does when she gets some time on her hands...


To the lake, to the ribbon
red, to the time of Kantay,
to the purple shell to the
day of Portlant to the year
of 280 to the place you know
to the people you love, to the
things you think to the places
you dream of, to the light you
seek to what keeps you from
wondering to the love you
give to the love you receive
to what you know is the secret
to the path that you know
is the road to follow.


Poem by Sonia. Drawing by Sonia. Photo by L.L. Barkat.

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10 Comments:

Blogger Sarah said...

I really like it! "...to the light you seek to what keeps you from wondering..." What a deep, special heart she must have!

6:50 PM  
Blogger Joelle said...

I am caught in the lilt, the message, the simple honesty. A toast to the girl who writes from the insight adults have lost. To Sonia the poet who is awake.

7:13 PM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Sarah... yes, I felt that way. I mean, I know I'm biased. :) But I felt I'd seen something unexpected that sprang from the inner workings of her mind and heart. It touched me deeply.

Joelle... I was too. And I love how you took her own "to the..." and turned it back to her. What a lovely thing.

10:55 PM  
Blogger RissaRoo said...

Oh my goodness! What an amazing, talented young writer/artist you have. The poem is beautiful...so many parts of it leaped out at me, but my very favorite lines were " to the light you seek to what keeps you from wondering". What, indeed? Such insight from such a young mind! Tell her I am looking forward to reading more of her work, now and when she grows up to be a writer just like her mom!

10:10 AM  
Blogger L.L. Barkat said...

Erica... funny thing is that this is largely hidden from me. Being presented with a poem like this and finding a drawing stashed under her bed... it's like sudden light in a dark room... I'm overcome at the arrival.

And, as I said to Sarah, I'm biased, but I'm also a former English teacher and it tickles me to see her sense of internal rhyme "people you love" with "places you dream of" and "path that you know" with "the road to follow." And just some wonderful alliteration and consonance too (but not so much that it overwhelms)... ribbon red; purple and Porlant and place; give and receive and so on. An English teacher's (and a mom's) delight.

10:32 AM  
Blogger Ruth said...

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9:26 PM  
Blogger Ted M. Gossard said...

L.L.,
She sounds like a true daughter of her mother!

What's this with links to your post from my blog! Diane at Emerging Quaker has the same thing. I'll have to check that out.

But great drawing and great poem from Sonia. She reminds me of you.

11:48 PM  
Anonymous tonia said...

i see traces of the mother here...lovely girl swimming in the wake of a lovely writer.

i hope i will read her words in the future too.

7:33 PM  
Blogger Anonyblogger said...

"...to what you know is the secret
to the path that you know
is the road to follow"

Oh, Sony, for some reason this made me think of you as the dancing baby you used to be so many years ago. You are such a delight. Keep writing... pulling up what's inside and pushing it outside.

5:39 PM  
Anonymous Russell said...

Sonia is very talented! 8-)

6:20 PM  

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