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.
Haiku: Miracles Do Happen
Wonders of wonders
A dear fairy godmother
Shared secret with me
With strategic clicks
Classic Editor returned
All’s well with my blog
Coronavirus Itinerary
From the beginning
It was a strange journey
I thought I would do well
I like staying home
My many fixed routines
Soon seemed to crumble
I needed companionship
The warm blooded kind
I talked to my plants
Texted friends and family
Read books, watched old movies
Took long walks outside
I realized present time
Took all of my energy
Learning to Zoom
Became a mixed blessing
Past familiar habits
No longer sustained me
It was exhausting
Getting through the day
Future time distant
Offered no hint of comfort
May as well live
In this new present I’m in
Mornings are difficult
A thick fog encircles me
Passing by lunchtime
Leaving me empty
And then this morning
I welcomed a visitor
My muse on my shoulder
Telling me to write
My Writing Room
The smaller of the two bedrooms in my apartment became my writing room when I moved here eight years ago. This is where my blog began with the help of a willing grandson. The large window is a portal to my imagination. I love the tall oak tree among whose spreading branches I watch squirrels and birds build nests and care for their young. The moon and changing colors of the sky shape the budding poet inside me. Within my room are things that remind me of my journey.
Green plants live near my window to catch the light. All are off-spring shoots from friends and family. Tending them nourishes the outdoor gardener in me. On the window ledge are things that shine on sunny days – a royal blue glass coffee mug, souvenir from a Colorado trip; a bluish purple paperweight that was my son’s; an old brass cowbell with lots of family history.
The walls have a geographical bent – picture of a Texas cowboy riding on a lonesome road, wedding present to my Dad a Texan, too. A wooden wall clock in the shape of Ohio, gift to me from my congregation in a small Ohio town. Three framed certificates mark my progress to become their minister.
Everything else is furniture that has traveled with me for a while. The student desk and chair were used by my three sons. The much-scarred cherry end table, a gift from my mother in the 60’s, has been in every home I’ve known. The futon came with me from Chicago when I moved back to Cleveland to be with my family here. My glass computer table and new laptop are beside a table where my printer sits. They are the newest things except for what I write, which await my muse.
With many thanks to Pleasant Street who gave me the idea to write this piece.
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
Haiku: Fall House Cleaning
Muse has been drowsing
Beneath life’s daily matters
Awakening now
Cleansing rain falling
Breezes create refreshment
Words begin to stir
Family heart work
Enters time of fruition
Now space for my soul
Haiku: Exploring Everyday Life
For five years or so
I sought and found poetry
Alive all around
Once fertile places
Barren of inspiration
Poetic muse fled
World news tells stories
Unjust uses of power
Death and climate change
Writing unconquered
More essential than ever
Has stories to tell
My bailiwick calls
Ordinary life a poem
Alive within self
Clearing Fog
Clear darkness of the sky
Last night a quarter moon
Summer creatures sing a serenade
At dawn a fog rolls in
Only light the yellow beam
Shining from the hardware store
Blue water of the swimming pool
Now obscured for winter months
By tarpaulin just as blue
I welcome the change
Summer a hard and anxious time
Fear for health of son’s beloved wife
With now the worst behind
As a family they move on
Life reshaped but ever closer drawn
I return to simpler ways
Where poetry lives in daily life
And remains my nourishment
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