Ceiling fan

The days are whirring past like my ceiling fan and I can hardly make out one from the next or the next or the next. The days just whirr past unseen. Like the blades of my ceiling fan.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

a very reflective piece of writing. this story is about a life without purpose, something that just spins around on its own; movement without direction. this observant piece remains neutral, not bemoaning this state nor seraching for a way to esacape it. accepting this way of being in a humble way.
but i will venture to say, i hope you find something fulfilment in every day. whether like Camus' Sisyphus struggling up a mountain, or from finding some kind of liberation.
in any case, i wish you a good day today and tomorrow.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful in the brevity. Excellent.

[Sapphus]

Thank you Thomas.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Sapphus,

A most philosophical adventure in brevity that needs not multitudinous words in order to speak the experienced reality of all all getting older folks who do happen to live just long enough to there to that land of where things, like your Ceiling Fan do tend to appear, makes one draw a bit nearer to have one a bit better look, to be turning of rotating ever and ever faster of, how does one reduce the rpm of this goose, in some unspoken race at a pace that says: It'll all end soon ...

I am most certainly very pleased to have stumbled upon you (accidentally as stalking is not my forte for certainty's sure) here on The Writers Cafe ... I truly enjoyed reading your thoughts of heart and mind set to pen of page ...

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Sapphus]

Thank you Marvin. Sorry I missed your comments.