“Sotto Voce,” a poem by Russell MacClaren
Long ago
in quiet caverns,
summer breezes
wrought with song
brought secrets
of the forest–
shared earth songs
nurtured through
...September 2nd, 2016
Long ago
in quiet caverns,
summer breezes
wrought with song
brought secrets
of the forest–
shared earth songs
nurtured through
...September 2nd, 2016
Barnacles scratch the hull of a voice
that grinds coral to grit in salty water
while a tune plays the tide
which whispers sandy beaches
and blows free on the wind.
Ships far from port halt in the night
to hear the fog-horn song,
to feel, to know and share
June 7th, 2016
THE BIRTH OF JAZZ
Syncopated sounds
mingle in bayous,
roll with Mississippi currents,
splash in Lake Pontchartrain.
The haunting melody
sleeps in pine forests,
nestles in the cypress,
sways with willows,
stands with oaks.
November 1st, 2013
CRESCENT CITY LULLABY
Bbooooooo bboooooo,
Two octaves below a deep bass voice
river boat horns quake on the water.
Night scrambles the groan
with croaks of frogs, barks of herons,
gator cries and splashing fish.
April 28th, 2013

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