Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun

1.       Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun,

Some disturbing thing:

A farmer hang himself on a tree

Because it did not rain

Beside him was his hoe

He was a retired teacher

You know that as much

From his pension

He invested it in soil

And the clouds

As the barren clouds played

Hide and seek, for days on end

Till all his maize farm wilted

This morning, we hear, he walked

To his farm and dispatched himself to you

Tororot, the God of the Rising Sun

You shine and rain, of that I know

But as I saw the limbs a limbo

And looked at his farm, I pitied

This man.

C) Lorot Salem 2011

For a prompt 2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 24 by Robert; a “prayer  poem”

This Moment

This moment, this very moment,

The adrenalin rushing through, the feeling now

Coursing through my being, seeping through

Engraving on my mind footprints

Of the flurry of thoughts

I could trade diamonds for now

It is like an antique paint of a dead painter

How do you paint it anew?

How do you reincarnate its old fragrance?

C) Lorot Salem 2011

# For a prompt by Robert Lee Brewer, 2011 April PAD challenge day 22

 “only one in the world” poem.

 

Insomniac’s diary

Image courtesy of google: memegenerator.com

At night you lay there,

Editing, cutting, pasting

In your mind’s script

Unaware of the beam of moonlight

Nor the tu-whits and tu-whos of owls

If only you could sleep

And put a rest to a day well spent

C) Lorot Salem 2011

For  2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 23

A Quit doing poem