Innocence



A quiet October night, the wind blew gracefully through the air. She walked across the beach whispering a tune of sadness. I watched her from the porch, loving the way the wind blew softly through her hair, sparkling long hair. Then I walked to the bedroom and laid down to rest my aching body from my daily work. She was still wandering about the beach when I went to sleep.
In the morning I awaken from my rest and she was standing on the porch. I walked out, there was total silence for a moment, though she greeted me with a kiss, and ran on the beach like a child playing in the fresh breathes of the morning air. I wondered where she was, in this world of her own? Then I walked back in the beach house and fell fast asleep.
I was dreaming that I was in a place with beautiful articles that were shining, then into darkness, and I saw her dead. I woke quickly to the sensation of her running her fingers through my hair affectionately, but she never said a word. She rubbed my back soothingly and I touched her pretty face with my rough manly hand, she pushed me away and ran to the beach. I looked from the window, she was running with tear drops running down her cheeks. That hurt me, but why did I feel pain for her childish behavior? I was getting nervous over something, but what was it, what was the key to her sadness.
The morning came, it was a warm daybreak, the sun reflected on the ocean like two lovers in love. I ran down on the beach searching for her, she was nowhere in sight. Then I saw her by the rocks, and ran to her in excitement. She looked at me and I at her, then we walked slowly to the house. I tried to talk but she didn’t say a word. She took off her pink blouse, and then her pants, in silence. I grabbed her in my arms and we collapsed on the bed. Making love all night. I awoke with dust on my bed and the smell of the city. Where was I, I questioned myself. Then I walked down the stairs with tears in my eyes. The wind cool on my face as I looked from the window. I fell fast asleep never to awaken in this lifetime again.

Theodore Arthur Pinnock
Age  12

About this poem

Research shows creativity is derived from having multiple new experiences during the formative years of life. Poverty normally leads to restrictive environments. Restrictive environments limit new experiences which in turn kills creativity. Dr. Pinnock was the 8th child of nine children with three disadvantages from birth: 1) being poor; 2) being Black; 3) being disabled. Remarkably, his poor Black family from parents witHout a high school education produced nine creative adults. The father polluted the home with books with an order to read. Dr. Pinnock's whole family traveled extensively to find treatment for him. Dr. Pinnock traveled everywhere in the hospital including to the beach and ocean. The above explains how Dr. Pinnock wrote this imaginary, descriptIve prose at 12. 

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Dr. T. Pinnock

Dr. Pinnock first wrote poetry in the institution he resided in inside a classroom at 8 years old. The typewriter was old and manual with a keyguard. A keyguard is a device with an opening for each key to prevent a person lacking fine motor skills from accidentally hitting a key. Dr. Pinnock was granted permission to use the class alone. He labored there typing for hours ignoring his cerebral palsy. Dr. Pinnock grew up with his family until August of 1970. Poverty forced his parents to make him a ward of the State of Connecticut. more…

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