When day returns
like something never reached
on the air.
let me speak
from my dream
of her eyes
I so wanted
behind their clouds.)
Let me sing
to the lungs.
(Above is a piece based on poetry written aged 23.
I’ve felt unable to create poems, lately, due to illness.
Hope you think it works?)
(Below is a prelude to this post…)
After logging in, unfamiliar sights transfixed me.
Waves of anxiety coursed through my body.
What was happening?
The screen now resembled a strange, alien puzzle.
A digital nightmare began.
The WordPress Block Editor had taken over! 😱
(I soon nicknamed it “Blockheaditor”.)
Perhaps designed by geek sadists?
(Who’d decided we tech-phobes were not suffering enough already,
just trying to be bloggers.)
Being a humble poet: an image with some words underneath was all I knew.
Struggling against disorientation: a panicky nausea arose.
As if betrayed by a trusted friend.
Amid confusing options, I sought pathways to coherence.
Painful hours passed.
Finally, my nervous hand crept toward the “Publish” button.
Would this reveal success?
I squinted into an electronic glow.
Had the words appeared correctly?
Have any others found the Block Editor an unwanted change?
It may be great for those with more ability than me.
Or who need extra features.
But I prefer freedom of choice to compulsion.
Comments are always very welcome!🙏
Thank you 👏
(Art on the blog is mine: I hope you like it?)
Sorry for the lack of content, recently.
Depression’s been hitting me hard.
Motivation got crushed.
Intended to post at least once per month, but failed.
On the positive side, I’m still active:
following 277 people;
using the reader,
and discovering new blogs.)
Wishing you all well.🙂
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