Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #34
where our inspiration word is “defeat”.
This is my mirror cinquain.
I tripped
Dust in my mouth
Dented spirit, defeat
But the cheerleaders never stopped
Get up
Push on
No trumpet calls, just whispered words
Buck up and carry on
One step, then two
Now go
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This is “I’m Still Standing” by First To Eleven
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The Elephant's Trunk 
Go on, you can do it!
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You know it, dear Keith!
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We all fall; some don’t bother to get up.
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And that’s a damn shame! Thanks, dear D.
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Positivity enshrined in motion, captured in a fine cinq! Thanks
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You’ve got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive! Thanks, Ron
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Right on! Gotta keep going!
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You got that right, Kymber!
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Going down is not a good feeling
But getting up again is rewarding … Nancy
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Very poignant, my dear friend. Thank you. 🥰
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My pleasure, my friend … we were down and low at one stage … not homeless (almost) but relying on local charities for food … I didn’t bound back up, but we managed to survive that lowest of ebb tides …
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Thank you for sharing your story, dear Ivor.
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Ooh… the pain!
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Right you are, Sue. Been there, done that!
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That’s the spirit.
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You know it, my friend!
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♥️♥️♥️
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Very well done 💜
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Thanks very much, sis. Relatable, eh?
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Oh! Yes indeed 💜💜
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