Lost Sight

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Time After Time

You've got a monkey on your back and the world on your shoulders.

You've got an anchor 'round your neck and a thorn in your side.

You've got a knack for picking the slow line, but it's your cross to bear,

Because to hear you tell it (time after time),

If it weren't for bad luck,

You'd have no luck at all.

And though you'd love to make lemonade from all the lemons life has given you, it just isn't possible,

Because you're allergic to citrus.

Ah, but here's something that you really need to know:

Long after you've fled the scene of your whine,

Your "woe" lingers and offends,

Like the spray from a skunk,

On a hot and sticky summer night.

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

Of Moss and Veil (In Three Parts)

Part 1: Of Moss and Veil: Formed and Framed

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Part 2: Of Moss and Veil: A Tendril

 Melancholy is a rose. Be wary of its thorns.

 

Part 3: Of Moss and Veil: In Silent Passage

Of moss and veil
I come to thee;
In silent passage,
Together we drift.

To snuff the spark,
Before it lands,
Is all it takes
For the balance to shift.

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Today's Tendril...

Stop and smell the roses, but beware the bees and the thorns.

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In the Moment (Spring 2011)

Waterfall clouds and dandelion forests.
      Immature green blankets the brown.
Billows of bubbles and zippity pests.
      Roses with thorns complete Nature's crown.

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Thorn

 

About

This piece is a glimpse into what this imaginary fellow (in my head it was a guy) was thinking.

This scene was imagined as a series of comic book panels: A shadow of a figure walking slowly (and without purpose) down the dirty streets of <your favorite metropolis here>, hands in pockets, head down, and lost in thought...at sunset...in Autumn. The text would "float" in boxes above the character's head.

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Ghost Thorns

From the void a figure appeared with ghost thorns and angel wings.

I reached to it and it reached back.

Then the void exhaled.

Muted colors blended fine.

Crescent moons and distressed edges.

Blurred focus.

Wisps, tendrils, and text vines.

A skyway of oddities merged with everyday things.

An amalgamation of the ever present now.

A purity of moment,
     covered in ghost thorns and angel wings.

© Copyright 2009 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.

And So It Begins...

Suddenly, I realize the comfort zone is behind me. When did I leave it?

Answer: When I became ready (and willing) to venture to the dreamscapes and thought-storms of a new horizon.

 

And so it continues…

Suddenly, I realize the comfort zone is a speck in the shrinking distance far, far behind me.

"When did I leave it," a puzzled voice in my head asks.

Came a soft and reassuring voice, "The moment at which you were willing to venture beyond the thorns of yesterday and into the thoughtmares and mindstorms of a new horizon."

As I walk towards the ever present now, I can feel tendrils growing from me; thinkerings of images and words extending from me.

Unreality never seemed so vivid.

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