IMAGE OF EARTH AND QUILL

Guest Poet Kristina Palmer


THE TIME IN MY MIND

There's a hollow candle burning bright
And I don't know why
There's nothing really to burn
It's just burning, burning all the burdens
Wasting time in the mine field of my mind.

There's a man, he's running free
And he has no legs
But he runs so fiercely free
And, my god, how he captures me and delivers me
Turning the time in my mind to a little less time.

There's a pack of wolves
They circle me insistantly and relentlessly
But, I know I can outsmart them
With all my dreams of me....
In my mind is the kind of time I call my own.

And still this hollow candle burns
And still I do not have the answers
There must be something there to burn
Fire needs the air to breathe....
I need to breathe.

So, the time I spend inside my mind
Is never time spent wasted
But time spent free.

October 1997


Kristina Palmer's Questions:

1. Does this poem flow?
2. How could it be improved?
3. Is it too simple or too complicated?


Correspond with Kristina Palmer at
palmer99@gte.net
with your ideas about this poem.




COLORS

Grey, color me dumb
Take my voice
And make me numb.
Pink, color me bliss
Take my lips
And make me kiss.
Red, color me mad
Take my heart
And make me sad.
Blue, color me free
Take my past
And let me be.
Black, color me pure
Take my soul
And make me sure.
Green, color me real
Take my body
And help me heal.

October 1997


Kristina Palmer's Questions:

1. Is this any good?
2. Is it too simple?
3. What does it say to the reader, if anything?


Correspond with Kristina Palmer at
palmer99@gte.net
with your ideas about this poem.




ALL THAT I AM

Nature of my soul
Reveals the truth in me
Everything you get
Is everything you see

All that I am
Is only part of what I'll be

Nature of my mind
Reveals what I conseal
Anything I want
Is all that I make real

All that I am
Is only part of what I'll be

Nature of my heart
Reveals all the lies
All the things that hurt
All my silent cries

All that I am
Is everything today

October 1997


Kristina Palmer's Questions:

1. Do you think this is a poem or a song?
2. Do you think people can relate to this and understand it?
3. Is it good enough to pursue publishing?


Correspond with Kristina Palmer at
palmer99@gte.net
with your ideas about this poem.



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