Lamont Palmer (Lamont Palmer) Poems

There is peace in the house, a huge, bright thing.
There are sleeping people, brave memories,
drawn to the hope of hopes, the fireside of calm.
You can remember when family was intact.
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Fathers get stones for their gardens there,
near Marriotsville, where the peaks are demure.

The gradual vegetables spring to the front,
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Death is the center of compromised bark.
We see the stark night,
not as beauty sprawled on frozen ground,
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'Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.' - Robert Frost, 'Birches'.


For Renee Driver
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As she lays, now, on that couch of small hopes,
she is the mate, draped in a complex type
of yearning, attempting to counter my blank gaze.
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