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:
2voices1song.com/ .
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
I want to thank you, Jennifer, for showcasing my poetry. I hope your readers enjoy it and can take something away with them.
ReplyDeleteI'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.
DeleteWhat a lovely way to look at it.
DeleteMusic, along with the moonless night, enchant this reader!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for stopping by! I'm glad you enjoyed Claudette's poetry.
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ReplyDeleteSo many images to enjoy in your poem, Claudsy. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank 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.
ReplyDeleteIt's my pleasure to be able to share her talent.
DeleteYou'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.
ReplyDeleteClaudsy - 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. :)
ReplyDeleteYour 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.
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