I was challenged to write a poem using recent Wordle solutions. If you don’t want to know today’s answer, then, please read no further. Anyway, this is what I came up with.
Thirst It's a phase. Following trends, as they creak from one to another ceaselessly, without consideration. Preferring lustre over depth. Showy. Yet, they don't know they're not it. Not water in the desert. They don't see there's not a thing necessary nor thirst slaking about them. They can't quench parched throats. No. They are not the drink, they are the froth on top, bubbles of nothing blown away in a breath.
So, there you go. I have no idea who or what this is about, but it’s written. Just so you know, the words I had to use were creak, depth, froth, phase and showy, in no particular order.
Steady as she goes, the 2022 writing update:
- Rejections: 130
- Pending: 39
- Acceptances by publisher: 23
- Acceptances by work: 31
- Published: 28