The Colors I Saw

Like I said in an earlier blog, I live really close to the ocean, and I love the sea, or even just water in general. I love swimming, even though I’m not very good at it, unlike some of my friends. One of the things I love most about the sea is all the colors, so I try to write poetry about it, because I love poetry almost as much as I do writing stories. Anyway, here it is. This poem is called The Colors I Saw. I hope you like it, and please comment! I’d love to hear what you think!

Once upon the time, when the world was young, my grandfather told me

Look out, child, upon the ocean blue

And look at it with eyes young and untainted, and true

And tell me

All the colors you see

And I told him: I see the white-capped waves as they break on the shore

And the turquoise calm of the bay, and the azure of the tide pools, and many more

I see the candy colored sails of the little fishing boats, where they run

And the deep, impenetrable blue of the deep sea, dancing with the yellow of the sun

I see a deep green calm, where no humans go

The pink of the jellyfish, plastic-y green of the seaweed waving to and fro

And yellow, and pink, and blues from the fat fish who dart

The white sands swirling at the clear bottom always gives me a start

The ivory oysters, which lie on the seafloor like the pearls they mill

And the red of the blood from when a shark made its kill

I see the smooth slick gray of a dolphin tail

And the deep blue spout of a humpback whale

The baby pink of a starfish

The gleam of an oyster’s pearl, I’ve heard if you have one you can make a wish

And many more colors, too many to count

As I look out on the seashore, the number my eyes perceive amounts

What about you grandfather, what colors do you see?

- S.P. Kumar

The Colors of the Sunset in Paradise

Hi! This is another poem I wrote just for fun. I live close to the ocean, and the sunset always looks incredibly beautiful, so I thought I’d try capturing it in a poem one day.

It’s called The Colors of the Sunset in Paradise. I hope you like it!

As the sun dipped low

Over the mountains, just a faint glow

I swept my brush across the sky

And blended, mixed, and painted colors, on the fly

And then the sky stained with the colors of my sun brush

The colors, sharp, vivid, beautiful, as the song of a meadow thrush

Gold, pink, pale blue, red

Purple, orange, fiery yellows, and upon the fringes, the color of plain gray lead

But the gray blue of the sky, I had once thought so beautiful

Seemed paltry at the sight of this sunset, incredibly wonderful

The colors mixed and blended

To powerful oceans, majestic mountains, and placid lakes, beauty was added

The colors stained and merged together

I looked back once, so I would remember forever

The colors of the sunset in paradise

-S.P. Kumar

Writing The Cave of Mystic Dreams

My name is S.P. Kumar. I am twelve years old, and I live in San Diego, California with my mom, dad, and little sister.

Ever since I was little, I have always loved reading more than anything else in my whole life. Books were a way of escaping boring, normal life, and going into new worlds. My favorite books were the ones that opened doors into new worlds, always, and I loved visiting these imaginary places in my head. When I came into fourth grade, I discovered a new love - a love of writing. I started off telling my sister my stories. I made up dozens of new worlds we explored together: Candyland, Stewed Vegetable Land, Funland, Fairyland, Giantland, and more. Eventually, I began to write down the stories on paper.

After many failed attempts, in sixth grade, I came up with the idea for the Cave of Mystic Dreams after school on one of the last days of school. The ideas flowed: two sisters, warrior queens, and three tests. The characters came first to me, starting Jason, Claire, and Zac, moving on to Leianara and Deimada and ending with Jackson, Jessica and Marguerite. Later, the setting began to flow, and with it, a million other details. A world called Zairon, people called Zaira, who could take to the air as easily as birds. Mondens, goisli, hair that dyed and curled up by itself.

For the past eight months, my book has been a very big part of my life. Creating it was one of the most fun, incredible experiences of my entire life. The reason that writing is so incredible is that it's completely yours, and you have complete control over anything that happens.

I think the biggest thing that this experience has taught me is to always believe in myself and go for what I want. No one ever believed I could write a book except for me.

Now I know and believe with all my heart that I can do anything, as long as I believe in myself.

-S.P. Kumar