Feng Shui Poem by Francie Lynch

You keep me at eye level,
Examining for interpretations,
Think me either shady or too colorful;
That my perspective may be skewered.
You reach out to straighten me,
But pull back, you're not wearing gloves.
I am just a painting to you,
On the hook and framed,
With my back to the wall,
As you consider
How I fit into the Feng Shui
Of your living room.
Look closer,
Notice your face like a worrisome specter
On my protective glass.