My Family is Art: Soul Chants

My Family is Art: Soul Chants

Sister:
They took 9 million Jews into the concentration camps

And killed 6 million of them straight out

In 5 years.

And the Jews have held that grudge;

Fought the world, for every inch, of recompense.

For 400 years, they have killed my family

Bound us in inferiority’s shackles

Bled out good nature from us

But we took the tears of our pains

The black congealed sorrow in our hearts

Mixed them together with the garish red of spilt blood

And made it into a feverishly living color – squirming, challenging!

We turned our suffering into an art form

My family is art.

Son:

Before our trip, Dad and I had a dialogue

He told me to compose a travelogue

Something to stop us being vague

When we would later recall the trip

I wrote it up in the slang in vogue

Amongst young teens like me

Made up stuff about us being in another league

When all we travelled in was worn clothes

And a claptrap vehicle souped up to endure the Sahara

The Kalahari or some other dead place like so.

And we glossed our desperate misery as adventure

Named it a travelling show.

My family is art.

Provocateur:

If you have read those novels

Of strong families broken up by one mistake

Or bent out of shape till shattering

By a bruising tradition – like faith or love

And have looked at your own family with a wary eye

Searching for the young, lively ingénue

Thwarted by her beauty and her beloveds,

And the electric twist and turn of fate

Look no further, your family is right

You are the darkness. The dark counterpoint of the color curves

Black Swan.

My family is art.

Husband:

My wife has the sensibility of a geiger counter

She picks up on stuff – like our slippery memory

So she took down the artsy paintings

Of incomprehensible color-flourishes

And fuzzy etches. Horizon-dipped landscapes

Means Nothing To Me! She said –

She put in their place, us.

The shot of our son’s first awkward ball strike,

Our sweaty leers of delight at the wedding

Us at the school recital of our daughter, holding her up

And her prize;

The naughty snap of me guzzling a bowl of funkied cereal,

She, stepping out of the bath, 

While clutching a clothe around her naked, lithe body,

An embarrassed smile, dancing on her lips;

That playful lunge at the beach,

The kids thrust high in the air-

She blew it all up,

Into gigantic frames

And wall-papered the house with it:

Made it as if we lived in our moments

Why?

My family is art.



9 thoughts on “My Family is Art: Soul Chants” by O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

  1. I love this catharsis
    turning your suffering into a craft
    that matures into genuine artistry
    is something sublime that will transcend time………..

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      O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @innoalifa, you sir, got the gist of the poem: Carthasis. Turning the grief of our history, the misery of our present travails, the daunting prospect of our most beloved memories fading, into Art. And the risk of looking for problems when none exists -which can destroy us if we do, turn us into the darkness we are trying to prevent.

      Cartharsis – no grudges, no regrets, no loss. We decide to live beautifully and make our lives Art-sy.

      You did get my gist. Quick intellect you got sir, seeing behind my smokescreen. Lol

      1. @Omoniyi-Adeshola so true, we decie to live beautifully and make our lives Art-sy lolzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!!1

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      O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @olushademi, yes. Nice comment too. Thank you for reading, liking and taking the time to comment.

  2. My family is art as well, though our walls patched as well, our humorous moments hung on as well. Beautiful lines with vivid imagery.

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      O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

      @uzywhyte,I thank you. And yes, your family is fantastic Art, they gifted the world you. They, with the good Lord’s help, painted you, from scratch, as a Masterpiece…better than Da Vinci or Raphael or Michelangelo’s best. Every brush is better than Picasso’s…because the greatest creator made you and your family -through joys and pains- he built you guys wonderfully, hence, you are impeccable Art.

      Thank you for reading and commenting.

      1. Oh my! I think we’ve got another innoalifa

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          O-Money (@Omoniyi-Adeshola)

          @uzywhyte, @innoalifa is peerless, unrivalled- he is in a class of his own. I can’t even come close to him. But I appreciate the sentiments; gracias milady.

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