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SOLC Day 15: Wordle Fun

March 2026 SOLC–Day 15
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I am a creature of habit and routine. I wake up, feed the cats, start my coffee and drink my orange juice while it brews. Soon, I’m sitting at my desk and writing. Every morning.

Eventually I yield to temptation and begin one of my favorite daily routines: playing NYT puzzle games. I always play Wordle first (I’m on a 214 day streak which adds a bit of stress to the fun!) and then share the results with two of my sisters. After that I’m onto Connections and then Spelling Bee, and now Crossplay, too. Wordle is my hands down favorite though. 

Although I am a creature of habit and routine, I begin with a different word each day. I choose any word that catches my fancy. Maybe it matches the mood. Maybe it matches the weather. Often it just pops into my head. I do try to choose a word that has two vowels and no repeated consonants. I love how the letters and letter combinations lead you to a solution. Yesterday, I started with the word “waist”, for no particular reason. Here were my guesses: 

Wordle guesses: waist, dream, alone, ankle

If you read my blog regularly, you know that after playing Wordle, I love to take all my gathered Wordle guesses and create a poem from them. I’ve shared many, many, many of these before. 

Here’s my untitled, kind of weird poem from today’s guesses:

The last of the sand
trickles through the waist
of the hourglass
My dream shifts toward waking
and I’m alone on the beach
the waves licking
at my ankles

If you’re a Wordle fan, I encourage you to give this a try.  It’s a lot of fun! 

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Some Wordle Poems

There’s just something about a random group of words that inspires me to connect some dots and create a poem. In other words, I’ve been playing around with Wordle poems again. They’re such a fun, low-stakes way to keep myself writing. In general, my rules are to use all the words I guess when playing Wordle, in order, within the poem. Variations on the words are okay. Here’s one I wrote with these words from a recent game: gutsy, dream, pearl, farer, carve.

On This Morning

With a hopeful, gutsy stride
I step from my dreams,
cradling the pearl of wisdom
granted to all wayfarers
who travel the currents of night:
The day is open before you
Carve your own way
Always seek the light.

©Molly Hogan

Late last month I was inspired by this photo of a friend’s sister’s newly painted porch. Isn’t it gorgeous!?

It was obviously in my mind when I started playing Wordle a few days later, so I began guessing with the word “porch”. Usually I put my Wordle word guesses in the poem in the order in which I guessed them, but this time I moved them around a little. My words were: porch, clone, cloud.

“My house is where I like to be …”
Daniel Pinkwater*
for Jules Myers

No clone to convention,
she painted her porch
a stirring orange.

Now she’ll sit
amidst sunbeams,
contentedly watching
the clouds drift by.

©Molly Hogan

This line is borrowed from Daniel Pinkwater’s book “The Big Orange Splot”, which is a huge favorite of mine. Any other fans of Mr. Plumbean out there?

This week’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Jama at her blog, Jama’s Alphabet Soup. She’s celebrating all things donut in a scrumptious post! Be sure to check it out and the other links you’ll find there.