Kanji

liquid neon

 

sleepless

  

waiting - again  

 

the foreign voice - taunting  

 

uncomfortable fluorescence

 

flickering

 

a token mural - weary 

 

reflections on black glass

 

shadow in the corner

 

leaning on everyone 

 

slide away 

 

the cursive night - guttural

 

onomatopoeia

 

lost in translation

 

hypnotic neon   

 

brush strokes upon a midnight mirage

 

forgotten Kanji

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

 

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'brush strokes upon a midnight mirage

forgotten Kanji'

love that image, the sense of language, the poetry wrapping city colours 'flourescence' and 'neon' and the way this contrasts with 'reflections on black glass' (gorgeous image). this poem left me moving in different directions but i loved the poetic slant and the choice of words and image. stunning!

[patricia]

i got the picture of a european going over the chinese board waiting for their passport to be passed, while he is waiting, the night sign leaves him wondering what all those symbols mean.
leaning on everyone? this line had me wondering where it fitted into this theme.
all sounds beautiful. Sorry I did my best Robin, can only review what a poem seems to me. Thanks.

[emmajoy]

silence in any language is an invisible thought, a moment when light goes and feelings whisper because ..

[JelliFyshKissUs]

I don't even care to know what all of these beautiful complementary phrases mean when joined together as they are. I just care about the feeling they send traversing across my skin! You have a special touch, birdie. Your pen is precious.

[FireWoman]

Your images are as a flash of the mental camera, pictures burned into the psyche.

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you had me at liquid neon...

[Audrey Howitt]

brush strokes upon a midnight mirage
forgotten Kanji

This is a striking image--I agree so much with ghostofdawn--your writing is filled with gorgeous images--and for me, is so reminiscent of the year I lived in Tokyo--long summer nights in the Ginza--or in Shinjiku--thank you for reawakening those memories--

[WhiteWillow]

This poem feels like a sleepless night in a foreign, sleepless city. I imagine staring out the window of a skyscraper at 3am, just above the streets, and having inspiration come.

[Ariel B.]

Ooooooh I love
"onomatopoeia / lost in translation /
hypnotic neon / brush strokes upon a midnight mirage".
I can touch that.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

I felt Gotham in this one. Nice.

[RainQueen]

This reminds me of the groping for words -that time between knowing what you want to put to paper and having the paints, the words that express it. Your almost-jarring images of neon, of artificiality bring to mind for me the humming distractions of the day-to-day that can block that magical flow between heart and pen...Your poem, mysterious, beautiful, with meaning of your intent as well as the shades applied by the reader. Simply wonderful.