In Silent Passage - Text and Visual Art by Chris DeRobertis (Dero): March 2010

// Saturday, March 27, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Content and context can be the difference between:
      a smile and a frown;
         epiphany and confusion;
            life and death...

// Monday, March 22, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Integrity speaks for itself (proudly).

Greed lies—and vies—for itself (surreptitiously).

// Saturday, March 20, 2010

Amorphous Bioluminescence

What's glowy and blue and swims fast at you?
An amorphous thing. An amorphous thing!
What changes its form and isn't the norm?
An amorphous thing. An amorphous thing!

Today's Tendril...

I have no qualms fighting for "lost causes" that I believe in.

It's chasing after the ghost causes that I find bedeviling.

// Monday, March 15, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Life can be a series of beginnings, endings, and blurry in-betweens.

// Saturday, March 13, 2010

Chance Encounter

Two old ghosts, who hadn't seen each other in many years, happened upon one another in the hallowed halls of the New York Public Library (late one evening in January).

	FRED	Hey, George, it's good to see you!
	GEORGE	You, too, Fred! Been a while. You're looking well.
	FRED	Thanks. So do you.
	GEORGE	So, tell me, what do you miss the most about the living world?
	FRED	[thoughtfully] Holding a book in my hands and turning its pages. I really miss that. A good book always felt great to have and to hold.
	GEORGE	[nodding] Yeah. I know what you mean.
	FRED	What about you? What do you miss the most?
	GEORGE	[without hesitation] Writing. The physical act of writing. I really miss the feel of pen on paper. And then holding the page—the written word—in my hands.
	FRED	Definitely. There was a special magic to gliding your thoughts across a page.
	GEORGE	[sullen] Yeah.
	FRED	[sighs] Yeah.

For a few, long, silent moments, the old ghosts drifted into the solitary memories of their lives.

	FRED	Well, I have to go, George. Good seeing you again.
	GEORGE	It was good seeing you, too, Fred. Take care of yourself.
	FRED	Thanks. You, too.

And the old ghosts went their separate ways, never to see each other again.

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

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.

Another Cerebral Haunting

So tired of the "wait!"
So drained by the debate.

Sticky's the web of choice.
A thousand thoughts; no voice.

The blank page is daunting.
This, my cerebral haunting.

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Friday, March 12, 2010

Said the Devil...

Oh little specklings,
     so fraught with indecision,
     so very frail,
     so deluded in your exalted place in time and space,
you're unable to hoist
even a single
heavenly
sail.

Oh little ashlings,
     rising from the embers of The Divine,
blown by the winds that you cannot tame;
     so rife with pain,
your joy is to pine.
          And whine.

Oh little dustlings,
     so consumed by trivial things,
     so amused by the simplest things,
          and wistfully wrapped in daily drama,
     so tortured by the here and now,
     forever else,
          and forever more.

Oh little meatlings,
     blissfully ignorant of what you are—
          in-sig-nificant,
          a lightless star—
you're nothing else,
     and nothing more.

Still. . .I want you,
     Evermore.

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

To weave and to be woven, is the dream that is unfrozen.

// Monday, March 08, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Art folders.
    Art fodder.
Idea boulders.
    Idea prodder.

Pen the moment,
    revise it thrice.
A choice to make:
    fire or ice?

// Saturday, March 06, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes you have to recognize the hammer in the message.

// Friday, March 05, 2010

Staring at the Ceiling

Staring at the ceiling in the dark is a lot like staring at the sun at noon.

At least that's what I whisper to the monsters under my bed, right before I throw a light on them and laugh in their faces.

And it scares the dickens out of them.

I love messing with them like that.

Good times.

Good times.

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Today's Tendril...

The trouble with creature comforts is that they can turn into little monsters.

// Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Progress and futility all in one: Boiling the ocean one bucket at a time.

Today's Tendril...

Life is a board the length of you.

Nail it, plane it, and saw it with care.