by Barbara Miles Jackson
A quarter turn, a half turn,
Toward the new century,
See it in big or subtle ways --
In bridges, streets,
construction and attitudes;
Different stages of development,
Laws -- good or bad.
A quarter turn, a half turn,
Toward the new century,
Changes of forever,
Some different, some not,
Some you live with,
Like it or not.
A turn -- first sharp,
Then nothing;
Then a quarter and a half and not.
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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 23, 2015