Aid for Stress: Wit! (ha’sonnet)

Stress and distress

Current normal

Prayers relentless

For miracle

Teargas hazy

Cities crazy

But wit won’t quit!

Now, I have good news for the scaredy-cats (myself included) regarding the WP change to Block formatting.  Your sometimes-fearless-leader, Moi, experimented in the wee hours this a.m.—by opening a test blog to see what would happen. 

While it’s true the formatting for the old classic editor is gone—you can take a deep breath, and learn step by step how to access the features you’re accustomed to from within the Blocks.  Just set your mind on “positive” and give yourself plenty of rested and relaxed time—be patient with yourself, and you can DO this!

I accomplished the basics within a few hours and successfully posted a post—don’t groan!  It was in the middle of the night, for Pete’s sake!  You just have to employ the old hunt and click skills, “experiment” until you find your way to what you need. 

I have utmost confidence in all of you.  We may be “old old-school” dogs, but we’re nothing if not intrepid!  Now, suit up with your adult undies and go conquer the Block!!

If I don’t get to your posts until tomorrow…well, I do have to sleep sometime😉  God bless us, every one ~ Rhen

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/05/30/stress/

Never Be Over

*Line for this week:  Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare.

I recall hearing, “Some day, this

Will be over—only remembered like

Some half-felt and fading nightmare”.

It was a lie…cold, cruel and empty

Spoken by an arrogant someone

Trying to convince me of his superior

Intelligence, wise experience.

It would never be over, never be

Only half-felt…it’s the nightmare

That never fades.

Agony of riding edge of insanity is

Tense, breathless, sick-to-your-stomach

Dizzy dance which goes round

And round, like a circle in a spiral.

Do I digress?

Had no way to duck temptation…

No text, script to follow.

Murky mind can’t tell difference

Between love, need, hatred…they swirl

Together in whirlpool; reason

Trounced, drowning denied.

What lives on within painful pulse…

Undead passion for gone-love, ghost-love.

How can anyone hate desperate

Child with hungry heart?

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

*https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2020/05/22/first-line-friday-may-22nd-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/05/28/ragtag-daily-prompt-thursday-like-a-circle-in-a-spiral/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/30/your-daily-word-prompt-trounce-ydwordprompt-may-30-2020/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/your-daily-word-prompt-digress-ydwordprompt-may-29-2020/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/duck/

https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2020/05/29/text/