What I meant to say

Yeah… This is my favorite time of year when all the colors change and the nights are a little softer and the morning seeps into the veins like a restless tiger. I put a jacket on and slip the blue backbone of the sky, let it steal my mind and heal the mounting roars that nibble their own language in and out of my hands. Point my way westward and remember the taste of the best days of life’s euphoria.

Reviews

[Joli Dy]

Your review read like a poem in itself, so I visited. I can already tell how much I will enjoy discovering your wordscapes. I adore the restless tiger morning in your veins. Oh, yes please! Let me grab a jacket; I'll be coming along.

[Perdition]

You know I first came here when madness and "wordscapes" (love that) were very much like yours, wet jeans and memories and poetry lingering in the stairwells of caffeine-fevered artists waiting to catch just a word or two before they went on, I forgot the feeling of people who actually love poetry...then again maybe I just got stupid on a monumental level and stopped posting? Anyway, yeah, grab a jacket I'll be back...hahaha. Thanks ~

[Joli Dy]

Be still my word-loving heart.

[Joli Dy]

Also, please write. And then, write some more.

[Joli Dy]

Yeah baby!

[Perdition]

Hahahaa...Well, grab it d****t, and let's run, the sun's not getting any younger you know... I'm sorry if this took a while but sometimes a brave page comes whistling...do you have a river in mind? I'll be there soon enough and welcome back!

[Joli Dy]

My river and constant companion is, of course, the Mississippi. But I'd walk with you along almost any river if you spin your words my way.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Well, knock me over with a feather, why don't you? You have such a way with awing your reader, you really do! How's it going, Joseph? Always good to see you!

[Perdition]

Oh as alway, as if you’re the one to talk, but with all sincerity and honesty it’s such a remarkable thing in the end, all of us just spending and sharing any stage with the brightest alive within us to give, and in all the generations…the odds we end up alive on this blue planet at this same time alone are incalculable so “Thanks” seems so unfulfilling a word. But a trillion and more sparkling come the nights for your directions instead?