by B-Miles Jackson
What y'all trying to tell me,
Rustling in the wind
As if to warn me,
Two green and one reddish,
I back away,
Now they're still and quiet.
What's out there,
What y'all trying to tell me.
I see you.
Move away from the door.
Don't go beyond this point.
Or is it,
Look at us now,
and be still.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 22, 2015