A Wordle Writes reflection

I find these days that current events EVOKE such strong feelings that I am frequently exhausted. Today is no exception. So as I sit to write, I struggle to be clever, to find a bon mot, a TROPE that will impress. I SWORE to get to writing earlier, to not put it off until evening. I like the version of me that solves the puzzle and writes before noon. But alas, that was not to be the case today. Yet, i couldn’t let it go. For you see, even after all this time, I still ADORE this writing practice. It is joy, not at all a CHORE.

Georg’ann

She liked TEPID tea in big mugs.
No LOVER of hot sips or saucers.
Hands wrapped around warmth,
thoughts gathering, then set down.
The cup, not the thoughts.
Bringing it back to her lips
finding it had gone cold.
SCORE another one for time lost.
Back to the kitchen, rewarming
not too great a CHORE. Though
it’s easy to be forgotten
in a microwave. Found cold again.

Heather