cronechronicler

Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Apologies

I last posted four weeks ago. In that time WordPress changed everything again. Or else my COVID19 brain is more flawed than I thought. I was excited to write again after a period of silence. I’m disappointed in WordPress and myself. Anyway I send my apologies for the mess I produced. Best wishes to you stalwart writers.

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Grammar Lesson

Night becoming day

Morning punctuation mark

Steaming hot coffee

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Transforming Drumbeat

Lately my feet have been dragging
My right knee is almost worn down
Saw doctor about a replacement
Seems I am not ready now

A year has gone by marked by COVID19
Knee hears unconventional  drumbeat 
Its pops and crackles create a weird tune
Without any rhythm at all

Lately I've listened to this cry of alarm
Made an appointment to have things checked out
Began  exploring possible treatments
Tiptoeing to my marching song

I knew  today that I'm moving on
When I was beginning to wonder
 How to check my walker on an airplane
A sign my old zest has returned













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Strange New/Old Classic

After receiving expert guidance I think I’m here. But still nothing is familiar. I’ll try to decipher the symbols.

It has a mind of its own not compatible with my writing style. My muse is hiding.

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Foggy B(l)ogging

Searching for answers

Classic Editor my question

Still an enigma

Don’t know where to go

Much less how I can get there

Doubtful I’ll arrive

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Where Is Everything?

Nothing looks the same

An April Fool’s surprise

Word Press gone awry?

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Quandry

Looking for answers in WordPress.org I took in the new scope of today’s blog world. Maybe you have already discovered that the mission of WordPress is to help business-focused people develop their creative ideas and attract customers and followers. I applaud their mission. But what about people who love words and writing as an end in themselves? And us who look forward to reading their posts?

I have struggled so to figure out how to manage the new editor. I have spent time chatting with a Happiness Engineer about my problems with only a small result. For me writing and struggling with technology at the same time are an unworkable combination. I would rather live poetry in my experience of things in the present than write with the frustration of technology bearing down on me. And, yes, I am showing my age.

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Haiku: Morning Music

Birds singing early
Car tires whooshing on asphalt
Laptop keys tapping

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Haiku: Going Wireless

Computer’s dying
One more dire adjustment
Nothing seems the same

A little laptop
New writing companion
I won’t miss the wires.

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Haiku: Constructive Possibilities

Tuck pointer drills squeal
Attack old crumbling mortar
Banish the raindrops
No longer mop ups
No towels on window sills
All's well for a time
Ancient skills remind
In midst of present chaos
Hope for new outcomes

 

 

 

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