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
Check Out: "the adventures of Kilroy on YouTube : (https://www.youtube.com/my_videos?o=U&sq=the+adventures+of+kilroy)
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.
Join 3,718 other subscribers
Read Between the Minds 
Brief and introspective.
I do hope we can rise above.
A potent pairing of image and poem here. Even more potent is the image and idea that “self rises from fog” conveys. A burst of individuality beyond labels.
Interesting last line “self rises from fog” I can relate, have been conflicted as to the direction of this life of mine, waiting to imerge with some clarity from the fog. Enjoyed this, thank you.
In love with this post…
a wonderful haiku. 🙂
The energy of your photo makes the words of your poem more optimistic– v.cool both.
who makes “boxes”?
we make boxes?
they make boxes?
fear makes boxes for Sure
Wonderfully buoyant Charles.
ditto to jamie.