Creativity . . .

Do you find that sometimes a piece of creativity takes your breath away?  Or, at the very least, makes you pause in your spot and feel a surge of wonder?

Last week I felt privileged to be shown two small poems.  Our granddaughter, Lucy, had a poet visit her classroom.  The children were told about non-rhyming poetry and they were given some parameters about the assignment but then left to their own imaginations.

Sun Child by Lucy Goerlitz

Some days inside of me
there is a sun
a bright sun
waking up like a newborn baby chick.

Moon Child by Lucy Goerlitz

Some days inside of me
there is a moon
a sleepy moon
like a newborn bat waking up.

Lucy was chosen to read her assignment in front of the class.  She read and they all applauded after which Lucy gave a deep bow!