Walk

Attended a poetry workshop today. What I love about these workshops is how I’m pushed to try new poetry forms. Today, we tried our hand at the cinquain.

Here’s my poem:

Walk
Would you
walk with me while
I tiptoe through the noose
that tightens as
hours die?

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