Whirlwind
The voicemails that the wind exhales could terrify a ghost.
Wailed as stories in the storm, they are the Devil’s post.
Scared mortals wander unaware, their journeys to begin,
Caught in the glow of lightning, they struggle and they spin.
Tossed helpless in the tempest, they must wonder why,
like the fragile lotus, flung high up in the sky,
the breath of air that gave them life is now how they will die.
been din grin kin men pin sin tin then vin win
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 765, the prompt words are: voicemails high exhale wind begin unaware scared glows ghost storm story lotus

Good take Judy
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that photo was killer.. and your poem/story sooo complemented the photo
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“They are the devil’s post” — great line!
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Good take on this prompt, Judy. Incredible photo!
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