From dripping sweat
to anger’s boiling blood
From breaking wind
to dust to dust returned,
Save combustion…
yet “burning” with passion
All embracing
All Elements are we
A lay man’s expression of what Yogis have preached all this time…
inspired by todays prompt over at dverse – Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements
When do we go home mama?
Very soon my pikin (child)
once the rivers stops leaking
when the earth is done drinking
and our home is no longer sinking
~~~
What about Papa, when is he coming back?
He’s long gone my love
and won’t be coming home,
swept away with all else we own,
He now lays buried in a watery tomb~~~
Who are these people mama, are they my new family?
You might say that in a way
to all, the river has done damage
belongings and love ones, vanished,
And now families by design, we manage
~~~
When do we go home mama?
When the freak rains finally halt
and the rivers shut their vault
…Have patience child,
We’ll soon be okay
~~~~~~~~~~~~
**** Inspired by the flood situation presently devastating communities within my Country (click for information—> RAGE OF NATURE: Flood ravages communities across Nigeria)
(Pictures provided by google)
My response, “Life is Grrrreat!!!;
…Love is a Desert”
He laughs,
“I find your disposition towards
the situation quite amusing” he says,
but remember everything has its season;
…Do not forget that In the desert
the rarest and MOST BEAUTIFUL
flowers bloom!
Not to worry Coz,
your time will come soon.”
“Thanks!” I said,
“Your interpretation
of my situation
is MUCH appreciated!”
So I wait…..
…. And If love truly be a desert,
then I stay patiently for it to be wetted.
Festival King 
