Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together

Wednesday, January 17, 2007


It will one day happen without power of sound
they'll sit on their tiny stools fit for a lazy king
watch us pound bags of charcoal
turn them into a palace
Mother's breadfruit has dried up her nipples
she has no milk left to water the ground
her skin is darker than blackout
I barely see her shadow when she whispers
her words dotted like coffee beans
I follow them to a field where she dances
with Spain around a wild fire
her feet are stained blood
the French are back
surrounding the highest mountains
they want our corn
our coffee rot in their teeth
they want our color
our foundation is rust
they sit on their tiny stools to admire
to envy our pigments
café au lait is Mongolian spots
shipped by mother's dried milk
I chant her blessings over loud drums
and they run
run with the wind on their feet
vitiligo shifting their heart
©2007 by C. Delaleu
painting by Stefan Path

MY GRATITUDE...

* Xavier for his wonderful knowledge, thanks to him you can view videos on my page
* My knitted black scarf (keeps me nice and warm), the cold out there is no joke
* Hair wigs...I wear them only for emergencies and love trying different styles
* Laughter (I read someone's blog today rebellionlies and I couldn't stop laughing)
* My laptop (although it's been sluggish it keeps me working)
* Fruits (pineapple)
* Peace and quiet...I come home late last night and I hear crickets :)
* Rotisserie chicken and vegetables that's lunch for today

20 comments:

Xavier said...

BIG KISS TO MY NEW FAVORITE PAINTER!!!! ;-)

Honey-Libra said...

EMMMM I love me some roasted chicken....and I loved the piece above :)

TequilaGuy said...

Awesome poem ... I love it!

feels good b n FREE said...

i just wanted to come and say hi

Soldier said...

It was already very nice but from " The French are back .. " i started smiling, it is so.... so... powerful, there's so much in your poetry all i can do is smile. I'm part-France(& Italy), part-Ivory Coast/Senegal, 2 countries that were colonized by France, i just feel that part, its crazy !
I haven't been around... as usual, but you know i get all your pieces by e-mail and its always a pleasure to read your beautiful work.
Happy New Year !!!

Poetry by Kai said...

hiii

miss cathy
i love your poem & gratitude list..
as always.....

u know Xavier gave u a big kiss.
awwwww isn't that sweet
?

urban butterfly said...

Wonderful poem! I love it!

Xavier's awesome...isn't he?! =)

Peace and quiet are my best friends! I adore them!

fallen angel said...

that painting is tight!!!! go ;head with your computer saavy!!! i see you adding videos and thangs! mmaybe you'll learn how to add links next!!!??? lol!

Libra Moon Goddess said...

Kaleidoscopic visions were abound upon this read... Lovin' it Miss Dela!

Libra Moon

PS: Your book arrived yesterday... looking forward to bathing amongst your bubbles.

Blu Jewel said...

that painting is amazing. is it available for sale? the supporting poem is pretty powerful

cosmic clown said...

hey happy new year....and truly appreciating ur artas well thoughts......

paris parfait said...

Wonderful poem - I love the international elements in it, the history, the struggle, the heartache.

Lyrically speaking said...

Xavier: Merci pour le visite

Honey-libra: nice to see you here, yep chicken, yummy

Tequilaguy: Thanks

Feels good: Thank you for the visit don't be a stranger

Soldier: Awesome to see you back in here

Miss Kai: You're too sweet

Miss Urban: Yessssssss, peace and quiet is a blessing

Fallen Angel: So you like the video? I'm getting all cultural, lol, add links? I think i'm there already

Libra Moon: You got the book? Cool, I can't wait for you to immerse yourself, enjoy!!

Blu Jewel: Thank you so much miss you here

Cosmic Clown: thanks for the visit

Paris Parfait: Merci, I enjoyed writing this poem

mermaid said...

'vitiligo shifting their heart'

Oppression is rarely synonymous with freedom, but you somehow manage to make it so. White milk, red blood, black coal, brown coffee beans color the French and stain them. Your culture cannot be bleached.

Traveling Sistah said...

Great poem!!! Now I have to play catch up on your other posts.

Lyrically speaking said...

Thank you Mermaid for appreciating this piece

Traveling Sistah: great to see you in here, come back soon

Rethabile said...

I like it, Cathy. It's you, tout craché. The colours and the sounds and the rest, all mixed up in a balanced ... what... piece of art?

Bougie Black Boy said...

who did this artwork above? the man... its amazing.

Stephen Bess said...

So talented and beautiful! The words are powerful!

Lyrically speaking said...

Bougie: Stefan Path is the artist, yeah he's good

Rethabile: Thank you

Stephen: Mr. Bess, welcome back :)