River Junkie

Where adjectives cling like thorned vines
along weed-choked banks
Where adverbs form rock gardens,
sinking prose in their hollows
Where commas gather in the bends,
claw-like strainers snaring the untrained
Where stretches of boiling pontification,
or fancy turns of phrase, swamp minds
Where plump poetic pillows,
or thoughtless critique, splinter fine craft
Where I fell in love with tones resonating
underneath the surface
Where the play of light
around recursive lines seduced me
Where the flow of words is my addiction,
a bad-boy lover I can’t give up

This post was written in response to this week’s Carry On Tuesday prompt and in response to dVerse Poets Open Mic Night. Click the links to see what others have written or to join the fun yourself.

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