I found creation today.
Right in the middle of chaos.
Alongside coloring inside the lines
and raising your hand to talk,
I discovered imagination.
It was noisy and it was messy,
and it was sometimes hazardous
to your health,
but it was alive and laughing
and full of dance.
It wasn't always obedient,
and it was often out-of-control
but oh, the joy!
"Look at this!"
"See what I did?"
"Look at mine!"
In a roomful of first-graders
eccentricity is the norm,
originality is expected,
and then, up pops creativity,
like a toy jack-in-the-box
playing Pop Goes the Weasel.
You know it's there,
the song is always the same,
but it's still a surprise.
Fantasy's flights through
a blue bauble sky
with a sally through
silliness,
cleverly concocting
a chimera to be
defeated by a
brave young knight
cracking jokes.
Invention grows from
dinosaurs, superheroes
and puppies, with a couple
of butterflies thrown in for color.
Smiles broaden as ideas fly.
A poem takes shape and
little chests puff up in pride.
It's not every day
you're part of creation.
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Submission Name: Belles-lettres
