poetry muscle

hello universe!

went to the riverside art museum yesterday and it got me thinking about poetry again. more specifically, i realized that every human being has a "poetry muscle," if you will, that is exercised in any number of ways. the "poetry muscle" is the part of you that yearns to express the deeper beauties of life that can't be expressed through straight normal explanations. for people like me who are more literarily inclined, we might choose to write poetry or stories. others choose to draw, paint, or sculpt, like the artists showcased in the art museum. still others, that i call the "naturalist" types, choose to study the scientific details of things in search of this unexplainable beauty. some choose to plan events, start projects, or plant gardens. all can be called creative, and all seek (sometimes subconsciously) the deeper beauties of the universe in some way.

i think that the exercise of this "poetry muscle" is the thing that sets us apart from the animals.

how do you express your "poetry muscle," or have you noticed it?

until the starstreams spiral my aether-ship back to you,

maggie langdon