The Oscillating Fan Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

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