Thursday, April 25, 2013

NaPoWriMo: Claudette J. Young

April is National Poetry Writing Month. In celebration of poets everywhere, and to encourage those who are just embarking on their literary journey, I will be posting poetry (not mine) each day for the month of April. Please take a look and enjoy this special art.

Claudette J. Young

Claudette J. Young began writing seriously in 2008 and continues to write in multiple genres.  She strives to learn something new each day—a new poetry form, new writing technique, new foreign word, or whatever strikes her fancy. Her primary genres are poetry, science fiction/fantasy, flash fiction, children’s literature, women’s fiction, along with creative non-fiction, essay, and memoir. She tries to cover all of her bases by writing for audiences that range from young children to senior citizens.
Claudette has been published in numerous online publications for poetry, fiction, and non-fiction, as well as print magazine issues and two international poetry anthologies. She continues to hone her craft by working on multiple projects, including book-length ones. Her regular work can be viewed on her collaborative website and blogs at: .

Song Maker

Moonless sky, polka-dotted,
One wooden flute’s notes glide,
Through darkness, capturing
The unwary spirit for a soul-ride.

The sound speaks of times past
When animals spoke as men
And trees had souls that sang.

Staccato rhythms carry the music
And lure spirits on airless paths
As mounted horse does the rider.

Only night and the flute exist now,
Soaring high to worlds long gone,
Where time moved with a river’s pace,
Weaving gorges through ancient landscapes,
Never planned or envisioned, yet painting
Maps for only those of the air to see.

Joy within life comes with lighter notes,
Seeking expression within the song,
Giving of itself what listeners take
Away within hearts touched by sound.
Soon drums add their voices to the song,
Punctuating song's tune with bass notes.

Night jars squawk when song pauses,
As if to protest the lack of sweetness
Provided by wood and stretched drumhead.

Owl adds its own bass notes to the mix,
Warning small world travelers of its flight;
Mouse quivers underground, fearful, hungry,
While Rabbit waits timid, unsure of dark’s safety.

Flute laughs at the uncertainty of life,
Knowing all things reveal themselves in time,
Being what they are, when Life proclaims them.

Earth spins to its song, voicing its presence
Through flute and drum, the spirit and body
Of all creation comes forth to know Life’s dance.

                             © Claudette J. Young


  1. I want to thank you, Jennifer, for showcasing my poetry. I hope your readers enjoy it and can take something away with them.

    1. I'm so glad Michele introduced us. I love poetry, unfortunately, it's not one of my talents, so the next best thing is to share other people's work.

    2. What a lovely way to look at it.

  2. Music, along with the moonless night, enchant this reader!

    1. Thank you so much for stopping by! I'm glad you enjoyed Claudette's poetry.

  3. So many images to enjoy in your poem, Claudsy. Beautiful.

  4. Thank you for highlighting this wise and wonderful poetic heart, Jennifer! Claudette is such a natural. Her everyday speech is as poetic as her poetry. She truly is amazing.

    1. It's my pleasure to be able to share her talent.

  5. You're all making me blush here. You know that, don't you? I'm so glad that the you could all enjoy this poem. It's one my favorites. Thank you, Patricia, Sabra, and Marie for stopping in to read it. You are all great supporters of my work and I certainly appreciate it.

  6. Claudsy - eyes closing and yet - here I am - and now can get to bed with such lovely images floating - and sweet wishes of congratulations for you flowing.... You are as others here have already said - a treasure - not only for your wonderful writing - but for your generosity of time, of spirit of self. Here ye. Here ye. :)

  7. Your words and sentiments always make me smile, Pearl. Thank you for your support at all times. I hope your sleep is deep and filled with precious dreams that sooth, heal, and take you on fantastic adventures. It makes me feel good that you enjoyed this poem.