whistle blowing

Written for:  The Twiglets #65 – “a whistle blows”

a whistle blows
the air is in motion
as train approaches

She blew the whistle–
yet she was fired.

At sound of whistle
exhausted factory workers sigh
and break for lunch


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to whistle blowing

  1. Candy says:

    three very uniques ‘whistles’ in these – nicely done!


  2. MYRNA ZACH says:

    a whistle lifted the spirits of a depressed young woman



  3. Jules says:

    A hoot of a trio.
    I can relate to all of them… in one way or another.
    Yet that train captures so much without words… an engaging whistle for sure 🙂


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