Free the Words.
I tell the folk at writing group I don't write poetry, I commit poetry. Like it's a crime. Challenged to write a cinquain (which I had never heard of before) , I came up with my Double inverse palindromic cinquain! Don't think they'll ask me again....
My wordsAre not happyThey don’t like to be forcedTo march around: two, four, six, eight.They don’t.They said,They’d rather run, sing, dance and playAnd make you laugh or cryOr maybe think.Bye bye.