By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris
Response to prompt words provided by The Sunday Whirl Wordle #545 lilt rubble scarce homes unrelenting explosion power free wicked sing spirit rise
Wind whips through homes
abandoned to the rubble
Fire stretches to engulf and swallow
old timber
Explosions rock the earth
freeing huge boulders
Power lines are flattened
the streets sing in unheard agony
Unrelenting wickedness devours
the land scarce of life
Unfettered until the lilt and call
of the human spirit rises in protest
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
Oo, I love the vibes of this spiritual poem! The narrative and personality in the word rise compellingly to life in mind’s eye and create an immersive atmosphere. ❤
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Dear Jaya,
Thank you so much for your kind words. I’m so very happy that this has resonated with you. For a poet, as you know, that is the highest compliment of all. 😊
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