The oscillating fan is cooling
Glistening moist skin
Hot summer days can be grueling
As fan blades whirl and spin
When the breeze is facing me
I can imagine a seaside vacation
Turning away… ignoring rising degrees
Then returning with revitalizing ventilation
Oh no… an overload, blades are stationary
Unable to perpetuate a refreshing gust…
Now temperatures are igniting each capillary
Soon I will wilt and turn to dust
8/11/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting..specially the second stanza true to the fact.....thanks for sharing