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

mama tell me a story

76 years of stories
hold arranged words
long and short ones
good and bad ones
some stories will
never be told
others will prevail
some will
move into my future
like a glove slides
over my hand
that still fingers
my first word
still holding it
for the last one
mama tell me a story

free and clear

life is great
love makes it better
stop existing
all about me
got any friends
got any enemies
a dog a cat
take my world
for a walk
make myself interesting
think outside me
love my neighbor
free and clear

between the lines

we write
leaving the best behind
our mind levels
hold on to thoughts
our good intentions
leaving the best behind
we have forgotten
there is more to it
than just letting go
of a few words
for the page
time covers eyes
we realize
it is all said
on the blank page
between the lines