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.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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
