The Poets

What miraculous breath of spirit must inspire the great poets. I, for all my effort, could never wrangle experience, truth, sound, and sense, the experiences of my life and the lives of others, and capture them all within the vessel of a poem. Such a vessel would contain the very potency of life's elusive vapors, distilled down to the most basic elements, neither too much nor too little, sweetened like a decanted wine in the most elegant of rose hued glass. Pull the stopper, and it pours out forever.