NPWM: Conclusion

Mark Twain and Stephen King agree:
When you find an adjective, kill it.
The road to hell is paved with adjectives.
My poems are chock-full of them.
Poor writing, perhaps.
But maybe poems can handle the weight:
The luxurious, extravagant
Velvet-glide of these words across the tongue
In a way that prose couldn’t and shouldn’t.
Poetry can be decadent, delicious
An effervescent tingling play of
Texture- meaning- sound
That bubbles and prickles your tongue
Then mellows and soothes with exquisite richness.
They say that too many adjectives weaken one another.
Maybe so.
But thank you very, very, very much
For reading these poems this month.


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