Glaze

Glimpses

 

catch a dream

 

misty windows in strip mall laundromat

 

an old lady in the corner crossing needles

 

peeling yarn from a canvas bag , adjusts her glasses

 

hiding her thoughts

 

two kids joking , loud

 

impatience and a young mother wearing a frown

 

drowning in apathy 

 

screaming for something  

 

against the tumble of dirty laundry

 

her cracked chair , a dog-eared magazine 

 

glossy hopes and a held back tear

 

empty bag of tortilla chips and cold coffee 

 

waiting  ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All photography and writing property of Robin Amaral . Do not copy or use without expressed written consent . Copyright © 2006-2011 Robin Amaral

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[roarke]

Oh YEAH, man. You've hit a gold mine, the life and times spent in laundromats.... all across the country. This is the fecund ground of inspiration incarnate. Robin, you better write a whole series with this, it's tailor made for your keen eye and sensory cosmic thoughts. Stories, images, people, times, emotions... there aren't enough spin cycles, this piece is just the subtle rumble before the lightning cracks.
I'll bug you daily if you don't write more of this, it's screaming!

[patricia]

love how it starts with catch a dream, that way we do in times like that.
peeling yarn from a canvas bag, adjusts her glasses...a perfect stereo type, until you have her ...hiding thoughts...loved that!
glossy hopes, and a held back tear...superb Robin.
This was realy good, especially the way poetry can be created from the least likely places. You're a genius. bye for now.

[Bare trees]

Observing our surroundings is the job of a poet. You've chosen a part of life that slips by the average person as easy as a piece of newspaper blowing down 14th street in the wind. In fact, I sometimes think of poets as the equivelant to those newpaper boys who stand on the corner shouting out "read all about it" to people more interested and willing to confront those emotional parts of others lives disregarded as meaningless or unfixable by most.

The picture you've painted with your words displays moments in time with a combination of sadness, hopelessness, frustation, and the inability to escape one's enviroment and the capacity to change. Elements whose colors are often smeared in many souls. The outside skin often hides the torment within so your title is more then appropriate and clever.

Your skills here are obvious and commendable. There is a feeling in this that leaves the reader moved by your passion for delivering art. It's always a nice experience to view your works.

[Joiedevivre]

different style, equally good. I love the earthiness of this one, quite Buchovskian.

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Mmm...the hardships that mold people into saints.

[FireWoman]

Me thinks she's an angel, observing, waiting. These every day activities go unnoticed 99% of the time, nothing is ordinary in this extraordinary place. Another mind picture perfectly preserved.

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observational poetry at its best..you captured the image and recreated it in wonderous techniwriting..

[Ed Hart]

everywhere we get to was one step at a time

[Emily B]

oh, yeah, the time we spent waiting

[Priscilla Sayers]

So much emotion spills from one observant moment. I really like how it holds the attention of the reader. At the end, it brings one to the conclusion of that observation, a reflection is exposed. Our own thoughts admist our surroundings and what may trigger them.

[WhiteWillow]

Wow, I felt as if I was there...too bad my laundry is still dirty...