Guide Dog
Retired Ruby
Brightens my world
She lifts my spirits she
Sees all.
***********
A cinqku must always have 5 lines and a perfect seventeen-syllable count. The lines typically follow a 2,3,4,6,2 format. There is no title requirement on the second line. As for syntax and diction styles, it follows the free Tanka style originally. There are no metric requirements for a cinqku poem. Additionally, the final line must contain a cinquain or kireji turn for emphasis.
Author: willowdot21
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light ?? I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits. View all posts by willowdot21
willowdot21 
From last night. Not posted as yet. (Apart from here and now. 😉 )
À LA McLUHAN
Writing
In white ink
On white paper
Made what she had to say
Quite clear
Excellent 💜
Thank you. As ever you are most kind. You yourself seem to be enjoying yourself getting familiar with this new format and producing good results. 🙂
I love poetry so much I always love trying new things! I often get them wrong but the fun is in learning . I see you have a talent for learning too 💜💜
My curiosity helps balance my laziness. 🙂
Aha! That could be me too 💜
I suspect we may not be alone either. 😉
Definitely not 💜
This is lovely, Willow.
Thank you Robbie 💜
On a mission, eh?
Love it!
You’ve got to love dogs 💜💜
Good juxtaposition—the blind dog that sees all.
Yes but in truth she’s not blind but as you say it works for the Cinqku💜
No, I didn’t think she was blind—we used to call them blind dogs when I was a kid. Daft, I know.
I guessed that the boys always called them the Blind Dogs for The Guides! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Ha ha! Same daftness.
Yes indeed in runs in the family 💜
🙂
So lovely 🥰
She is isn’t she💜
🥰