Let's Play (like for real)!
The Prompt
Hi, friends! You’ve probably gathered by now that I’m pretty into the whole notion of play. I extend ad nauseum invitations for you to play with prompts, play with words, play with this or that possibility. Well, for better or worse, I’m going to up my intensity on the whole let’s play front. I give you today’s prompt (drumroll, please) . . . go play Wordle!
For real, though. Go play Wordle, and then use the solution as the prompt for your poem. If you want an extra challenge, try to incorporate each of your guesses into the poem, too.
Could things get really weird here over the next few days as your poems appear in the comments thread? Absolutely! I have no control over what the Wordle solution will be on any given day. There are a few five-letter words that I hope don’t make the cut.
A few things to note . . . if the first day of playing Wordle yields zero inspiration for you, try again the next day! Or allow a little time to see if the Wordle solution appears in your life in other contexts. Also, if you don’t want any Wordle spoilers, then don’t read the poems in the comments thread until after you’ve solved the puzzle that day. And if for whatever reason, playing Wordle sounds terrible to you, pick a different Word game . . . do a crossword puzzle, for example, and let a few of the answers inspire a poem. Or do a word search. Or play a rousing match of hangman with a friend.
And now, without further adieu (adieu is apparently one of the most strategic first guesses for Wordle, btw), I give you my Wordle poem, inspired by the March 5 puzzle.
The Poem
I smile, you frown. I thank you a bunch. Still your mouth twists, draws in like a fist, then strikes like a punch. That’s not about me. Just a hunch.
Thank you for playing with me! I look forward to reading your poems.
Okay, I couldn't resist the urge to try a poem using today's solution. My guesses were "shear" and "spent," and if you're in the comments thread today, then hopefully you already know that the solution is "spelt."
I'm ashamed to say
how much I spent
to have some woman
shear my dog,
who promptly shrunk
from grizzly fluff
to naked mole rat.
We still call him
by his same sweet name,
be he looks so different,
we joke that he
is a whole new dog,
that we traded dear and cuddly Jeff
for this exotic rodent of the
same name,
spelt 'Jefff'.
Wordle is really new to me. The first one I ever did, which was yesterdays, did not bring words that inspired me. So, I am going with what I received today. I did the puzzle in four words; touch, plaid, maids, abide. Okay...so here is my poem...
It takes a gentle touch
moving slowly across
the threads of the tartan plaid
to sense the old stories told.
Will the lassies, hags and maids
reveal their mystical ways
or in silence will they abide
letting the tales go untold.