Here I lie
Watching fan blades rotate
Pondering problems
That jumble under
Hypnotic influence.
Each revolution drives
Deeper into my mind
Insoluble, insomniac, inconsequences.
Utterly mindless maniac madness,
Spin, spin spin.
A contest entry
- Ceiling Fan by J.J. Sass.
300 points, ended March 12, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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forgot to add this
hooray for clappy hands
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i liked it
it was short but i really liked it i too have spent time under a ceiling fan just staring -
This is kind of what I thought when I first saw the picture. I like all the alliteration; it gives a nice feel to the piece.
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This was quite pensive, however, I would have liked to see more creativity.
Thanks for the entry.
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