Here are the words from Wordle 61 at The Sunday Whirl: blend, latch, chest, current, draft, string, crack, spare, temper, refrain, racket, trace, strike.
These words seemed to want to be a poem. Here’s a draft:
Outside, the air’s a rare blend of jasmine
and wood smoke from the grill. My chest hurts
from hunching over the computer too long,
this draft a muddle of temper, a racket of voices.
I need something spare: a bare room, silence,
a crack in the face of time. There’s too much noise
in here; it drags me down its racing current.
I wait for the clock to strike the ending.
Where’s the latch and string when I need it,
a simple exit where not a trace of sense
remains: not jasmine, not smoke, not even this
refrain of words, scrabbling to be heard.