BIOGRAPHY:
CATHY DELALEU has wowed many fans with her lively, sensual poems and short stories. She is a writer, poet and artist, also the poet/author of Wrapping Thoughts Beneath Emotive Rain, a collection of page-turning feast with lyrical themes influenced by her Haitian and American roots. The book reveals her ability to grab the attention of her audience and hold it for the duration. She will tug at your emotions from all levels with infectious individuality. She has several novels in the works: A Summer’s Shadow, is her next work in progress. Her work has been featured twice in Essence Magazine (April and June 2007 issues), Flutter Magazine and Cleansheets. Delaleu is also the founder of Tavern of Creativity, it provides a cultural stage for artists, poets and musicians to promote, unify and nurture the creativity we all possess within us.
Miss Delaleu born in Brooklyn, New York,
spent her early childhood in Haiti, her teenage and adult years in Southern
California and New York. She now resides in Arizona where she spends most of
her time writing and creating art. She has read her poetry at various events throughout the city of
New York and few venues in Arizona. Her ultimate goal is to turn her novels into scripts for movies or
plays.
A LOVE CONSCIENCE
Let’s try this
Let’s consolidate the feelings I have for you
Soak them in paper
Dry them with the stars
Get down on your knees
Let them simmer with my kisses
Along with the four seasons
And watch how moans, groans and afterglow of our love
Dance in unison with multicolor
This amalgamation will cling to my fingers
Composing a sweet poem
Let’s do this
Let’s undress and throw our apparel to the wind
I’ll sit naked on your lap
Together we’ll watch how the breeze turns them into a huge kite
Then swallows them whole and burps with a smile
Because we fed him our passion
Let’s not forget this…
This love knows no boundaries
Right here you will find me waiting
Big brown hair
Big eyes
Shimmery lips ready to kiss your sacredness
To give you this love conscience
MOURNING SEASON
Port-au-Prince took a deep breath
She is ill again with a temperature of lawlessness
When was the last time you’ve seen her?
I made her coffee one night with cassettes and letters
Written by my mother
Most of them emotionally laced with TV dinners and Hawaiian punch
She has forgotten what it’s like to be a paysan
She does not want to be reminded of suffering or dead bodies floating
Behind the backyard
Mother blows me a kiss as I sit beside Port-au-Prince’s cot
The drumbeats are slow and steady textures of the Haitian sky
I wait for her to speak
Say something beautiful so I can bring back to my siblings
The dress she wears is a spiritual desert screaming for rain
I close my eyes as I touch her ruins
The blood stains resembles a delivery of roses
The room cradles her sadness
And my mother gulps back tears again
Her father was in town and bought her sweets
She sucks on sugarcane and fresco to extend her life
I plant a goodbye kiss to Port-au-Prince
Pretend we are one
Pretend she will rise again someday
©2008Cathy Delaleu
Take it slow
Take it slow and you will feel the earth move
The wind will speak to you in tongues
The scent of life will welcome you home
©by Cathy Delaleu