As Cronechronicler I ran into a problem Difficult to solve Vivachange 77 Wandered off her dark blue grid To one of pale pink Skipping odd details A strange change was the result Blog has a new name On the blue background Poetrybyheart.me Welcomes my readers Please don't be put off By different Gravatar It's still the same me
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Unintentional Innovation
Yesterday I wrote a post named “My New Normal”. It told the story of my progress with macular degeneration and a recent defining episode which is having a positive impact on my understanding. The published post showed up on an older version of Cronechronicler that has a pale pinkish background. Early on I switched to the same design with a dark blue background that I have used ever since.
I have spent hours asking WordPress for help in getting my post back to my current blog design. It doesn’t seem to be in their lists of requests and solutions. I am writing this as a test post to see where it goes.
P.S. Success! With the help of a Happiness Engineer I’m making headway. At least I have a Gravatar retrieved from a cache I used to have access to and has now been revived.
Holiday Message 2020
A strange year just passed shaped by COVID19
Not in sync with my usual Christmas card message
Wearing masks for distancing safe but not jolly
Constant hand washing causes skin to dry out
A tragic time for U.S. and the world
Overwhelming death counts and grieving survivors
Occupy daily news headlines and stories
Businesses closed devastate the economy
Virtual school classes and all sorts of Zooming
Afford us necessary human connections
Neighbors helping neighbors and kindness of strangers
Testify that love still sheds a warm light
Holiday time is simply amazing
The arts are creating novel celebrations
Human spirit surges to reaffirm season
God’s gift of new life evergreen
Moving On
Tomorrow they empty the pool
Drain away our summer oasis
Silence the happy voices
Leave us to start over again
For a while things seemed almost normal
People exercised, floated, swam laps
Children splashed while moms supervised
Many stretched out on chairs in the sun
Now we reenter a virtual world
Zoom connects us for learning and fun
School is in session a variety of ways
We will discover new ways life can go on
Waiting For the Dawn
Like seeds sprouting in dark soil
A fetus growing toward its birth
We await a new day dawning
Whose nature yet remains unknown
Chaos often births creation
Pain and suffering signal change
Death precedes a resurrection
Secrets revealed in due time
Though our despair and fear are real
The agonies we now endure
May someday be transformed
And joy come again
Haiku: New Household Member
It arrived by mail
Sat quarantined in bathtub
Til time for debut
Cute little laptop
Took bow under son’s guidance
New passwords and such
We await tech guy
Called to transfer apps and files
From old home to new
Haiku: Back to the Future
Tuck pointers make dust
Hard at work pool guys plant trees
I found something lost
Changes at WordPress
Undid Haiku construction
I almost gave up
Found my latest posts
On original theme site
Long gone and renamed
Poetry By Heart
Using Classic Editor
Breathes new life in me
To High School Grads With No Ceremony 2020
You won’t march with your classmates
No Pomp and Circumstance
Cap, gown and diploma
Virtual accouterments
Form base and beginning
Springboard for the future
Where you go from here
Is your own creation
Hats off to you!
Repurposing in Time of Coronavirus
Hardware store shut doors to business
Customers garden, fix own plumbing
Stay home and learn to improvise
Customers of bank next door
Wait in cars for drive-up teller
Since bank’s closed to indoor commerce
Store’s parking lot soon filled again
Bank customers found space inviting
Great place for cars to wait in line
Nero Fiddles On
At breakfast time this morning the noise began. Lately the hardware store that backs up to the street behind my apartment has been repairing damage caused by a van making deliveries to the Dollar Store next door. The side mirror of the van clipped one of the wooden posts supporting the roof of the hardware store’s loading dock and the roof collapsed. But this noise sounded different.
One of my favorite things about the apartment building I live in is the swimming pool behind it. The word game ladies and I play at a table under a tree beside the water, people do group exercises and swim laps, children splash and some people just sun bathe. It is getting old, like so many of us. The concrete surrounding the pool is broken and wobbly to walk on. The management has decided to build a new pool. The noise I hear is the buzz saw breaking up the cracked concrete around the pool.
We didn’t know when construction would begin. And here in the middle of the week when the stock market keeps threatening to crash, and our ordinary days have been restructured to keep us home and safe from the coronavirus, they are breaking ground for our promised swimming pool. It is an unnecessary luxury, though it keeps construction workers employed. And it somehow brings to my mind Nero fiddling while Rome was burning.
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