In Silent Passage - Text and Visual Art by Chris DeRobertis (Dero): November 2009

// Sunday, November 29, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Hope springs eternal, even when the heart aches.

Ghost Green

A glow –
Wispy.
Fleeting.
Unsettling.

A breath,
a blink,
a chill.

All that remains:
A mist of ghost green.

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Today's Tendril...

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like a ghost in the night; like a ghost in the mind.

Leaves, ice, and a specter of Spring, all colored by the imagination.

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like a ghost in the night; like a ghost in the mind.

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Today's Tendril...

Hope not only renews (the heart, mind, and soul), but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

Fallen (Ever Green)

About

Leaves, ice, and a whisper of Spring in the bleakest of Winter, all colored by the imagination.

Hope not only renews, but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

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// Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Fallen (I See Red)

About

Leaves, ice, and sunset, all colored by the imagination.

Passion becomes intensity. Intensity becomes rapture. Rapture becomes everything.

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// Sunday, November 22, 2009

Today's Tendril...

No road goes on forever — except the one in your heart.

Alternate Version

No road goes on forever — except the one in your mind.

In loving memory of Tessa.

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// Saturday, November 21, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes we need to test the limits of our weaknesses in order to find out how strong we truly are (or can become).

// Friday, November 20, 2009

Today's Tendril...

I'm not interested in learning everything there is to know.

Instead, I'm living everything there is "to be."

// Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes the world is round.
Sometimes the world is flat.
And sometimes... The world just doesn't exist at all.
Such is the expanse that is laid bare,
in silent passage,
on a mental voyage.

// Sunday, November 15, 2009

Face-to-face [poem]

We're face-to-face – yet again.
Such is the fate of proximity.

There's nothing that can be said that isn't already revealed in the alcohol on your breath,
and the dull, disconnected look in your glazed eyes.
They reveal a graying mix of twilight and fog.

You speak of stark, cold reality,
but you're nothing but a ghost in a shell,
spewing inconsistent truths,
and jagged lies.
Slurred words from a blurred mind.

There's no mirror clear enough,
or deep enough,
or wide enough,
to reflect all the demons that you carry on your back,
that ride your shoulders,
that stay tangled in your hair,
that you wear like a noose around your neck.
If only you could see what I see.

We're opposite sides of the human coin, me and you,
yet here we stand,
once again,
face-to-face,
and I don't know what to say.

But I do know where we stand.

This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes inspiration is the by-product of proximity.

Sometimes it's an amalgamation of circumstances and inner dialogue.

Most of the time, though, we're simply seized by inspiration—and squeezed by it (tightly).

Alternate Version

Art is an amalgamation of circumstances and inner dialogue.

Face-to-face [image]

About

The image is based on the last line in the "Face-to-face" poem (literally) and relates to the broader meaning of the poem (abstractly).

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// Thursday, November 12, 2009

Today's Tendril...

People that throw caution to the wind probably spit into the wind, too.

Today's Tendril...

Perspective – An avalanche is just an army of snowflakes on a mission.

Perspective – When an avalanche is bearing down on you, there isn’t time for philosophical thought.

// Saturday, November 07, 2009

The Drowning Tree

Strong family roots keep you firmly planted when storms rage and flood waters rise around you.

// Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Tendrils 6: Coercion

The shadow of coercion is longest when it is cast upon you.

Coercion is a many tentacled thing — always reaching, squeezing, and pulling.

Those that coerce for lust, greed, and profit are often consumed by the same.

What do greed, power, and coercion have in common? A blackened heart.

// Sunday, November 01, 2009

Tendrils 5: Faith

Faith, to me, isn't a tax on reality, but an investment in eternity.

Faith is what you believe.

Religion is what you do.

Some say faith is a belief in the unknown.

I believe that faith is in knowing the divine (to the extent that dustlings can).

Faith cannot be lost.
It can be ignored.
It can be poisoned.
It can be perverted.
But it cannot be lost.

Blind acceptance is not the same thing as faith.

F.a.i.t.h.

Father, am I the Hope? (Or the Heretic?)
Feeling absolution in Thy honor.
Fortitude and integrity to have.
Fight avarice. Instead, tout hope.
Feelings and imagination to harness.
Father above, I take heed.

I'll not interrupt my faith to be an audience for your philosophy.

And now there, between us, I've drawn the line.

So keep to your side and I'll keep to mine.

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