Well, I didn't have time to scout out a decent poem, so I picked one that is simple and not good. I wrote it eons ago while living in the apartment with my mother. I remember vividly sitting and watching this fan go round and round during the humid summer months. Thrilling, I know.
Anyway, my husband and I are watching kids overnight and all were tired, none were interested in actually going to sleep. Maybe if my fan had been on and they were reading this poem.....
The blades spin
The air cools my room
The noise is annoying
But I love my fan
Especially on a night
Like tonight.
5 comments:
I like your poem. It made me smile and think about my own relationship to fans present and past. It has a haiku quality about it.
I wrote about spiders today... it was that or politics...
Love that! It made me smile too.
Great poem! I feel that way looking at our ceiling fan on many nights. :)
count me in on the smiles.
I've always found fans hypnotic and comforting and yes - even though the noise is annoying.
That is an interesting poem. I love our 7 ceiling fans in the summer. But if the light and fan are on at the same though... you say it bothers your eyes. Like some anti-hypnotic effect.
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