Lamont Palmer

Freshman - 963 Points (July 12th,1962 / Maryland)

Lamont Palmer Poems

1. Of Birds And Men In Appalachia 1/19/2011
2. Pictures Of Two Brothers 1/19/2011
3. Suicide In An Old House 1/19/2011
4. Departures 1/20/2011
5. Gazing At You, Winona Palmer, My Mother 1/22/2011
6. Variations In Yearning 1/26/2011
7. City Of Coldness 1/30/2011
8. Planned Movement 2/9/2011
9. Smoke Break 2/28/2011
10. Glacier Bay In Pure Light 3/31/2011
11. Silent Treatments 5/5/2011
12. A Vase In The Corner 8/15/2012
13. St. Michaels Jetty 6/21/2013
14. Three Days Of Rain 7/2/2013
15. Sunday: Rt 40 7/21/2013
16. Knoll 11/18/2013
17. Florida Colors 3/2/2014
18. Maya 5/31/2014
19. Cutting The Losses 9/25/2014
20. Robin Williams Musing 10/3/2014
21. For B.B. 5/15/2015
22. Intangible Meetings. 3/19/2016
23. Mid Spring 4/10/2016
24. Motel Clerk: Dusk 1/19/2011
25. The Arrangement 9/16/2012
26. A Future If We Dare 2/12/2011
27. The Very Long Life 3/31/2011
28. April Of 68: Martin Luther King Is Dead 3/11/2011
29. Message Not In A Bottle 1/4/2013
30. An Artist Paints A Bowl Of Fruit 1/19/2011
31. Rain, Isolation, Self-Analysis 1/19/2011
32. Amish Girls 1/19/2011
33. Little Black Dress 4/23/2011
Best Poem of Lamont Palmer

Little Black Dress

Hanging in commonplace closets of plaster,
tempting colors from the emotions, the silk
slips like hidden thoughts from the body,

allowing a history of its own to flourish:
names, faces, symbols, intentions, which
are unknown. Questions are in the stitches;

and in the beckoning, as it is seen and absorbed.
A world opened. A forest steeped in radical
assumptions. Goodness held darkness.

There is the sight of black; there is its urging.
In the sense of it, a new sense approaches -
approaches from the heart of the apparel.

What can I ...

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Suicide In An Old House

Death surrounds us with blatant arms.
A sanitation worker dies and no one
cares, but banshee phones striking at midnight,

summoning the equally unknown people
to altars of rancor and resignation.
What do they do but recognize a human

in the grip of edgy, illegible lives,

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