Poetry has the power to make us aware of what is hidden in the shadows...those places that we seldom see or want to see...the poet's voice scrapes away the facade of an issue and lays bare for all to see what has been denied. By providing a voice to these mute realities, poets have throughout history altered the course of events by enlightening readers and encouraging them to take action to stop wars,
halt injustice, and to reach out to their fellow man. Like those poets who have proceeded me, I am motivated
by the same desire to bring about the social changes necessary to enhance the quality of life for those
around me and around the world and to give voice to those who cannot speak for themselves
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Bea In Your Bonnet: First Sting is a collection of germinal poems featuring Aunt Bea. Aunt Bea’s voice is one I’ve heard almost every day of my life. Family observations, lessons, and advice given to me and every other family member who had the good sense to listen. Her homespun philosophy most likely will not be found in any collegiate textbooks or for that matter in any local town crier newspaper catering to city dwellers. Indeed, she has a different way of viewing the world; a bit old fashion, sassy, and steely at times but a viewpoint which has engaged my imagination and heart. I sincerely hope you too will find some morsel of wisdom in her personal observations and interpretations of life’s events, but do watch out for her stingers.
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I remember those Christmas mornings. Happy Holidays.
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Merry Christmas and happy holidays.
I know the feeling – as a child I would sit staring at the clock…counting the hours before Christmas..Thanks for sharing.
i love the image your words create in my mind.. peaceful and a bit magical..
And when the hour comes, I hope it is joy filled Charles! Enjoy,
So true, it was that way when I was a child and my two grandchildren were exactly the same this morning. Hope you had a wonderful Christmas
What? We have to wait? Oh no…!
it always feels like forever
Christmas mornings are still magical for me. Sorry I’m a day late getting here, but I still wish you a Merry Christmas, my friend!
sweet!
I remember that uncaring clock from childhood. Very well described. Hope you had a fabulous Christrmas!!!
hahaha – time is always slow when we don’t want it to be (and vice versa).
Oh, to be that child…
That wait can be very, very long…. I really enjoyed the charge of the light brigade comparison.
Lovely– brings back memories. And this illustration & the next (reading backward as I catch up after the holidays) are simply wonderful. i hope you have large framed versions of them for your next show.
reminds me of my childhood and days even after that. 🙂