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