Showing posts with label Claudette J. Young. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Claudette J. Young. Show all posts

Monday, April 29, 2013

NaPoWriMo: Claudette J. Young - take two!


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: 2voices1song.com/ .


Beginning

Wandering moons above a world
Of calming seas bereft of life,
Sparking flickers of light unseen
By countless liquid eyes long
Empty, awaiting breath and body.

Moving within eons of passage,
Small changes modify the is
Into the will-be and onto
The unimagined and miraculous,
Molecules begin to dance, coalesce.

Cycles continue; broadening,
Multiplying, until patterns emerge.
Patterns held in giant hands
Powered by will’s design,
Crafted by determination.

Fractals double, triple,
Quadruple until an endless
Progression covers the world;
All identical though unique;
All new while old in design.

Thus has life begun its march
Toward dominance of all else,
Stubborn, constantly evolving
Static-free examples of Earth’s
Potential extinction’s certain face.

                   © Claudette J. Young




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: 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