The Whistling Weapon Poem by Brenda Poole

I whistled softly
like the wind when
it blew
It became the disguise
of my anger
toward you

Whistling to appear
calm
Whistling to switch
moods

Whistling the balm
off my tired lips

I whistled resentment
it became costly
I even whistled wrinkles
around my pretty little
mouth
I had such a pouty mouth
before
I figured if I whistled hard
enough I could blow you
away
Just as the wind could do
I pray you make me real
angry today
Yes I do
pray that