Parents. Cinqku.

© willowdot21 2019

Parents

Now long gone.

Guiding hands missed

Conversations now lost

Forever.

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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.

Cinqku, Ruby.

Guide Dog

Retired Ruby

Brightens my world

She lifts my spirits she

Sees all.

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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.

Teddy and Ozzie my oldest friends.💜💜

Big brown eyes

That light the skies

Soft and gentle always there,

How many secrets do we share.

You kept me company day and night

You always made the bad things right.

You know all there is to know

About me and that is why I love you so.

I grew up and you came too, Always make me smile when I am blue.

You watch over me night and day

I love you Ted is what I need to say.

Ted and Ozzie the perfect pair

I can’t remember a time that you weren’t there.

The foundations of my childhood years

You brightened my days and calmed my night time fears.

Always with me always there

You take away my adult care.

Wedding Etheree.

Two

Lifes join

Together

As one, heart, soul.

Made complete and whole

Today their journey starts

They face a future unknown

From tiny seeds their love has grown

From now on they will have eachother

To have, and hold today and tomorrow.

Happy Easter

Happy Easter to everyone, even if you are not celebrating this Christian Feast I hope you will all be having a good long weekend.

Image from Pixabay

Now the Easter Egg, especially the chocolate one is a huge symbol, it is also big business. After Lent and all its fasting the Christians celebrate the Resurrection of Christ on Easter Sunday. From pagan times the egg has been the symbol for this feast. Though the chocolate egg is a recent invention from the 19th century. You can read about the Easter Egg here

I just wrote a long post on the history of Easter and the Easter Egg. Then I decided that is not what I wanted to do really.

Because we are such a diverse community and I love you all for that I really just want to say

To you all . Eat lots of Chocolate. Or don’t, watch out for Easter Bunnies.. or don’t, follow your religious beliefs what ever they are. Most of all be happy and enjoy. Love to you all .

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Cue happy song.

Twittering Tales #127 – 12 March 2019

Photo by Pexel2013 at Pixabay.com

What a sight, even on a dark wet night like this. The express pulled in to the station .The hiss as she braked was deafening. Mason scanned the passengers as they disembarked filling the place with bustle. Then he saw her smile, Emerald. Everything else just
disappeared.
(279 Characters)

This  is my  entry for Kat Myrman of Like Mercury Colliding Twittering Tales 

The Storm

Image found there

Don’t worry the child whispered to the tree.

I shall keep you safe , you’ll not be harmed if you stay with me.

The lightening flashed and the rain fell. Out to sea ships were tossed on the foamy swell.

It was such a dark and starless night the child could see that the tree was suffering from fright.

All around the the winds were shaking up the hills and whipping up the lakes and streams so that they were over flowing their banks and having little spills.

Thunder crashed and lightening lit the skies the child hugged tight the tree and closed her eyes.

Please dear friend, tree, she was heard to say. I shall not let go of you until this ghastly night is through, and this storm is gone away.

Of a sudden the tree was struck by lightening flash, it buckled and bowed and then to the ground it crashed. Sadly flattening beneath it’s weight the tiny child who lovingly had promised to keep it safe.

Darling , darling tree fear not fear not I am still with thee………

Love lost .

Loved hand in mitten

Oh I long to hold you

Sadly our paths are written

Too much separates us.

Longingly I see images

Of happiness lost

Verified at such a cost

Ever may you be happy.

Image from pixabay

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Dec. 15/18

This week LindaGHill’s #SoCs prompt is the word HAIRY. We have been told to use it anyway we like earnings extra points for using more than one meaning of the word, above all to have fun.

Well I have not gone for bonus points this week because a little Christmas story popped in to my head. As it’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday I just wrote the Yule Poem. Mind you I did start and finish with the prompt word …. So maybe I might earn an extra point.😉

Hairy Mary was so scary

Not a good look for a fairy

No one wanted her atop their tree

Not a pretty sight for children to see.

Cold and lonely, thrown in the alley

Mary sat making, of her misfortunes, a tally .

Ruby dog homeward trots

A delapitated form she spots.

‘Hello” says Ruby to the fairy

“What’s your” name, reply came, “Mary.”

“No one loves me” wailed Mary

“I am so ugly and so hairy!”

“Well” said Ruby, “you look fine to me.”

So Ruby picked Mary up

Took her home, kind hearted pup.

Curled up warm in Ruby’s bed

Happy, both after being fed.

Scary Mary not so scary

Snoozed in Ruby’s coat so hairy.