Monday, November 18, 2013

Knoll Comments

Rating: 3.3

I was a year and a half old when
Two, loud cracks punctured western confidence
Through air; my future head snapped back in grief.
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Lamont Palmer
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Sofia Kioroglou 22 September 2015

Brilliant write! I loved the poem!

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Doris Cornago 05 January 2014

But do tell me more about this as it relates directly to you: Two, loud cracks punctured western confidence Through air; my future head snapped back in grief. Or give me clues leading to a trail. Thank you.

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Doris Cornago 05 January 2014

This is very good LP. Your matured historical style places you notches higher above most poets extolling the virtues of a ladylove. I particularly like puzzles especially A figure swathed in nothingness which makes the poem as authoritative and clinical as an NCIS episode. Imagine the feat of aeon compacted in a poem. Thank you for appreciating my own poem, but this is not a payback but a pay forward. Continue dissecting mankind's follies and accomplishments with your poems. Ciao!

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Lamont Palmer

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