What happened with poetry?

[Mark A Becker]

Poetry is just as serious as physics.

Physics is also as sublime as poetry, for reasons we're still trying to figure out. Being human finds us at the crossroads of subjective and objective reality. Some poets find a way to describe those crossroads.

Truth seems to have multiple resonant frequencies, and sometimes those frequencies are expressed with language (or music, art, science, etc), me thinks.

How does one really explain how some poems, or their central ideas, seem to appear out of nowhere? And almost fully formed, yet demanding our attention. Wanting to be brought forward; testing our skill, and imagination. Hell, I dunno, but I do like trying...