Table Fan Poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
Table Fan
Quite a pair, we are
My table fan and me:
We both sit still,
And let our heads fly;
He, with his blades
And I, with my brain,
And for long painful hours,
We delve into darks,
And spit our found truths,
As Breeze and as Thoughts.
Both utterly useless,
To the stone walls, around!
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4/18/2024 6:32:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Pradeep, I reckon that if you broke this up into couplets that it would read better. This seems to want to force all its ideas down the reader's throats. It is a really good piece but, as I have stated, it should be broken up.