When we talk, or write our stories, we use prose, and then we inject poetry for emphasis, for creativity, for fun. Poetry comes naturally to all of us. When we talk, or write, we see the magic of poetry unfurl as the rhythmical part of our brain ignites, to simplify and define what we want to express. And this cadence conjures up many emotions.
‘I held my soapy hands under the sensor tap. Nothing.
I waved them left and right. Nothing.
Up and down. Nothing.
They smelled like putrid pine for the rest of the day.’
The Earth is powered by rhythms: four bright, bountiful seasons, ebbing and flowing tides, daytime, nighttime, and an orbiting moon, creating perfect harmony worldwide.
These predictable global rhythms give us an organized timeline to regulate and manage our day-to-day existence, as well as a soothing sense of security which safeguards us all.
All living things are propelled by rhythms: military marching, drummers drumming, bullfrogs croaking, horses trotting, workers chanting, athletes jogging.
These rhythms steady us and connect us to each other, motivating us to survive, to thrive, and to celebrate being alive.
Our bodies function brilliantly through rhythmic processes: breathing, heartbeat, twenty-four-hour sequences of alertness and sleepiness, menstrual cycles, and many, many more, and, as a baby, our sense of security is reaffirmed by the rhythm of relaxing, restful rocking, side to side to side to side.
With our poetic talent, we draw listeners into ‘real’ time action: The drama. The comedy. The movements. The pauses . . .
We are all poets.
In the beautiful dance of life
we all keep in time
as all our natural rhythms resonate
and align.
Read more about the fourteen layers of who we are, and how we communicate, in SIGH, We Inhale Obstacles and We Exhale a Life of Love.
