Reflections and ramblings about life as an educator, writer, reader, knitter, and over-thinker. Trying to do the writing only I can do.
Inspired by Molly’s Wordle poems, I thought I’d try one after my 5-guess game yesterday. Generally I get a bit nervous if I still haven’t guessed the word by guess #5, but I was too distracted by the way the words came together. I think this poem wrote itself:
The Trek
She was going on a quest—
She didn’t yet know her destination.
Tightening the straps of her pack,
She stood stock-still on the precipice,
Gazing out at the path before her.
Happy Poetry Friday!
One of the best things about writing Wordle poems is that I’ve become a lot less uptight about solving Wordle quickly. Sometimes I’m even a little sad if I solve it in two guesses–just a little, but still! Anyway, your poem is perfect and I love that it evolved so naturally from your guesses, and that you’re writing Wordle poems. Yay!
Writing With Abandon 
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