Wednesday, November 8, 2017

Poem. Feng Shui

Feng Shui

I looked for some loopholes
marveling how a little
convex mirror over
the front door
could drive away 
the bad chops of a 
neighbor or passerby.

I marveled at how 
a handful of rice thrown
high in the air could
cleanse and bolster my
health and peace 
of mind.

If I am at the stove
my back is to the door.
I need a mirror to see behind
or a chime hung with
ribbons in multiples of 9
to protect me while I
stir the soup.

Chi can escape down
your toliet
or sink.
So keep the bathroom 
door closed
and the seat
down.

No comments:

Post a Comment

I WILL REJECT ANY CHINESE OR JAPANESE IDIOMATIC WRITING, AUTOMATICALLY.