Window Fan
Favorite fan, spinning paced
whirling wind, window cased
Stirring in fresh squeezed air
Soothing spirals freshened fair
Citrus rays shadow through
blades of breeze, sun brewed
Mornings breath, cotton laced
vents vanilla apartment space
Refreshing tonic, honey winged
Lifts my spirits, season stringed
Zephyrs zest warming waltz
stimulates senses, freeing faults
Amorous affair with winds wand
Generated on gyrations au fond
Fills my room with cooling crush
Humming breaks the silent hush
Sitting sound on summer’s edge
Cooling heat through borders ledge
Window fan, your twirling trace
tenderly touches my fevered face
24. June 2006 um 23:52
Hi Travis,
Your poems take me to a different world…a world s far unexplored, novel where there is lot of treasure hidden waiting to be discovered…you have a great talent as a poet that’s what I can say reading your poems…
best wishes!
25. June 2006 um 09:07
You know…there is something nice about rhyme at times. We need it in our lives. I really liked this poem.
25. June 2006 um 10:28
Abhay, I’m glad you enjoy my poems. I simply write what I feel.
Don, Rhymes perhaps echo our oneness and relationship with the world. Reflections of sort.
27. November 2007 um 03:40
ndrew…
It would be great help if I could get some clarity on the real issues…