Lamont Palmer

Rookie - 796 Points (July 12th,1962 / Maryland)

A Vase In The Corner


Lilies opened into the outer room.
They almost overshadowed the entire place.
It was there in bright recesses the talk
Began, the colors, the aromas filling what
They knew of life with urgent, direct
Fragrance, now where they recall each moment.

A conversation erupted between
A stray image of Monet and his sincere strokes,
Dark talk and dark weathered ideas. In their
Makeshift vase, it is a question of intentions,
Who to turn to when beauty's a problem.

Any two words can be an oxymoron.
The corner, now inhabited by growth,
Comes at them in a way that's inescapable;
A duel to the (near) death of screeds, like
The corner itself produces a miracle.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2014

Topic of this poem: Art


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  • Rookie - 23 Points Thomas Vaughan Jones (1/28/2014 9:30:00 AM)

    Hi Lamont. I'm scrolling through the forums just for the pleasure of reading. This work is very readable, but I'd suggest that you adjust your word processor so that you are in charge of the capitalisation. Meaningful sentences are losing their flow. Take charge of your own enjambement. Good Luck. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 169 Points Melissa Robinson (1/3/2014 1:59:00 AM)

    Each time i read one of your poems i can see a vivid picture in my head of each thing you describe and its amazing. very lovely (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,628 Points Mike Acker (11/20/2013 11:20:00 AM)

    I read this three or four times and was impressed that you know of Monet. OK, that is very impressive. Then one runs into oxymoron which goes completely against the entire flow. I am surprised you aren't aware that oxymoron is not exactly a poetic word, but I guess you would argue that it was intentional, OK. In all frankness the poem is a screed. Yes, sorry, I did know what screed meant. I think you know which meaning I am referring to in this case. If not feel free to ask me. Overall I would describe this poem as a one-dimensional pressed flower. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie William F Dougherty (8/12/2013 1:34:00 PM)

    If not a pun, why not fix duel. (?) (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 9,695 Points Heather Wilkins (8/2/2013 10:21:00 PM)

    a good write Lamont. your opening stanza a delight to read (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,851 Points Patricia Grantham (7/24/2013 8:15:00 AM)

    A poem of great intensity. This really gets a person to do some
    deep thinking. You have taken me there with this one Lamont.
    Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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