The boundless vanity of the poet,
believing their words are sufficient
to tell our experiences;
the glance exchanged in a crowd,
tingle of breath on skin,
last tear of leaving,
baby’s first smile,
loneliness
life, death.
Love.
a reverse etheree for dVerse
Awakened Words 
ha. there is much to be said of the vanity of poets…
but we try to capture what we can
i dont now that it is ever completely right
maybe just an impression
So true, Mark. Words are never enough. Even poetry so often fails.
All is Vanity, a bright red lipstick and a beautiful red car with spinners and then that reflection we see in the mirror. It seems distorted as we march in a linear death march. So maybe these words attempt to convey is the love story and a soldier on a list of a wall. Each moving in.
I like the way this poem reads, even though I don’t believe all poets are vain!
This is truly beautiful, and, all vanity aside, how else are we going to describe all those beautiful emotions and events…? *smile*
So much that cannot be expressed in words… That’s fore sure
I believe some have expressed just perfectly some thoughts and feelings..but am thinking of Wordsworth, Tennyson, Dickinson, and others in their day…so it is possible, but most rare…and their vanity less an issue,
just my impression;)
Wow. This is just wow.