Dubois Whistling with the World
I’ve got the world
In my ears.
Whistling,
Whistling,
‘bout tides and cities
And peaks suspended from
Diamonds in the storm.
And there’s a memory behind
Chasing the dream ahead.
A memory behind
Catching the dream.
A memory
Burning
My dream.
My sister’s calling me
Beyond her veil.
And, mama, I’ve had my fill
Of small towns sinking
Like ships in the sky.
The world’s whistling.
The world’s whistling.
And there’s nothing
That can
Silence
A man who whistles.
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jwiener
This is a really cool poem because the repetition of "whistling" actually makes it so the reader can hear what the speaker is listening to. You also tell a very strong story with the poem. Have you ever written a terza rima poem? Check out how and more in the "Resources" section.