just put some more words in a row
doesn't matter what they say
no on will notice any way
I am sure I don't know for sure
exactly what I mean
just give me a definite maybe
Moms mind

Lexi

Lexi  

             light of life
             loved so much
             eyes that speak
             leaving no doubts
             blonde curls
             softening all
             the eyes say
             searching and wanting
             to land in your heart
             safe in a fast world
             where love surrounds her
             knowing so young
             a spark of what she wants
             checking with those eyes
             just to be sure
             not an open book
             a girl of many rivers
             secure in her strength
             she knows the rivers
             and rides the rapids
             with little caution
             in your arms
             she melts
             your heart



           

                                   
       

hamlet

go back
stop
catch that rain drop
did I step
on that bug
on purpose
they need
to be careful
if they were tracking
their footsteps
they will be eaten
by an alien bug
who was sent to earth
to do just that
I hear hands clapping
must be right
turn left
go to the hamlet

Golf Balls

mysterious life of golf balls

put in the chicken coop 

to help them lay more eggs

something came and took

all but one of them

what we wonder about

why and for what purpose

you can fool some 

all the time

but who can eat

a golf ball?

c_milnor@yahoo.com

gray hair

it is may today
my hands are still cold
as I sit at my computer
wasting words
trying to tell you
its the little things
that will find importance
in your life
people will just be a period
animals a comma
the earth will continue
keep one foot
in your own life
love makes gray hair

leave things alone

leave things alone
they will
take care of themselves
no one will remember you
at some point
even now who remembers you
when you were young
leave nothing behind
for death to devour
cemeteries are quiet
their stories are silent
only the wind listens
the wooden boxes are
full of  echoes
sealed in time
the dead at rest
still in rows
like all the rest
can you see
how the world
still grapples
to keep you in line
mother-world
do what I say
leave things alone