I wish

I wish I could be be more like you

Write as you do

Pouring feelings in bloodletting words

Rich in sudden bursts

Of dark crimson release

It would be bliss

To let off some steam

But life has not given me that luxury

I can certainly paint

The evanescence atmosphere

Building word by word

A simplistic imagery

Of a mist rising upon a pond 

On a moonlight evening

Instantly available in one's mind

Dispersed by the shallowest breath

Like a ripple on the water

As beautiful as is this evocation 

It does not warm your heart

I wish I could write like you 

But life has not given me that luxury.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Dedicated to all my poetic friends, 

You know who you are

Thank you ever so much!