The Golden Arches aglow tonight
Aglow every night as
teens collect, connect
Giggles, yo mama jokes
A squeal, somebody got tickled
Waitin’ for Bruno to get off shift
Scent of sensamilla
snakes through blades of my fan
I peek out; their shadows pass the joint around
Outside, they pack into someone’s car
squeal out of the lot in a cloud of exhaust
leaving a trickle of oil and a trail of fun
© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
This is for dverse, “Meeting the Bar.” Claudia asked us to write as though we were Impressionists, with quick brush strokes and hints of lighting. My inspiration was the early work of Edward Hopper, who is not known as an impressionist but had a brief foray into the style with such works as “Soir Bleu.” He is simply my favorite artist, and the humanity of his work informs my eavesdropping on this group of kids last night. Also at my poetic canvas, Poets United!
August 10, 2012 at 8:13 pm
Somethings don’t change and are the same no matter where you live… a great painting of the teen world and their hangouts!
August 10, 2012 at 8:16 pm
The more things change…I was right there with them. Great picture-painting. Thank you.
August 10, 2012 at 9:01 pm
My mind went back 50 years and more and I had that pang of yearning for my youth. Thanks for the dig in the memory box.
August 10, 2012 at 10:04 pm
smiles..i could be anywhere and this be true you know…they are there on the fringe in the parking lots…i may have been in one or two myself…smile.s..
Sharp Little Pencil
August 11, 2012 at 11:31 pm
Pan, ds, Egg, Brian: Isn’t it amazing how we all went through this kind of stuff? Well, I don’t know about everyone and pot smoking, but the clannishness of it all… glad I wasn’t “alone in the crowd,” ha hah a
August 10, 2012 at 11:34 pm
I need to show this to my teenage daughter. then again she hates fast food places.
I love the last two lines. They’re so strong.
Sharp Little Pencil
August 11, 2012 at 11:32 pm
Thanks, Lance. Show her anyway. She’ll find her way to the right place!!
August 11, 2012 at 12:36 am
made me smile…brought also back some memories..for most of us i think…smiles…love the capture…a trickle of oil and a trail of fun… so cool…
August 11, 2012 at 1:08 am
As your other commenters (is that a word?) have said – memories!
August 11, 2012 at 2:45 am
A vivid evocation, Amy, and one that, for me, is redolent of the sense of America that I had as a very English child!
August 11, 2012 at 3:28 am
Oh to be young again! It truly was a trail of fun SLP!
August 11, 2012 at 5:37 am
What a joy to google this painter and see those striking images of his work.
Thank you for acquainting me with this artist. Hiopefully I will be fortunate enough to see one of his works in real life. Very tactile, but I’m sure they wouldn’t let me stroke it 🙂
Wonderful chiaroscuro style poem, matching the clean planes and lines I detect in the painter you admire so.
August 11, 2012 at 6:21 am
Fascinating artist you’ve painted, Amy! Would have to spy on his works. Not seen them just yet! Thanks for sharing!
August 11, 2012 at 9:09 am
Amy you excel in capturing those nuances that hit the memory button and bring pictures flipping through my mind. The squeal, the tickle, the sense of waiting, and scents of smoke. Love it!
August 11, 2012 at 5:54 pm
Ah, the wonders and blunders of youth.
August 11, 2012 at 7:40 pm
Good innocent fun!
August 12, 2012 at 3:05 am
Lovely words, and so very Hopperish! Please, what is sensamilla?
August 12, 2012 at 6:57 am
I’m with Brian, this could be anywhere. I bet they were off to have some fun too, as long as it was harmless . Nice painting Amy 🙂
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August 13, 2012 at 3:11 am
SHARP LITTLE OBSERVER
“Short and sweet–
Hard to beat.”
August 19, 2012 at 5:40 pm
Shades of old days…
August 19, 2012 at 5:42 pm
Going back a few days when the vehicle was a 1955 Chevy & the hamburgers & fries were brought to the window, double dates & drive-in movies…