May the clouds that darken your prospect
Spare you from the hot sun’s glower.
May the rain that muddles your footing
Pour also in needed hours.
May the thunder that stirs up your fears
Reassure your faith with its power.
May the frost that deters ambitions
Keep your soil from turning sour.
May the wind that brushes against you
Dry up the sweat from your labour.
May the sun that scorches you cruelly
Work the weather in your favour.
At a chaotic time like today, our host Paul Scribbles asked us to write a blessing poem at dVerse’s Poetics: Blessings. I wrote a set of six 17-syllable lines, which are, in terms of poetic qualities, neither haiku nor American sentences – perhaps I can claim mine as “Chinese sentences”? For the sake of my jest, I covered the post with a picture of Yunnan’s – the mystical Shangri-La in our country’s backyard. May love and goodness prevail at all times.
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