A Letter to Elanor

Loveliest Elanor,

The moments we shared at the Autumn Festival were the happiest of my life.

We talked. We ate. We laughed. We danced. You smiled. I melted. Time vanished.

It broke my heart to leave you before we enjoyed the last dance of the evening, but I could not be within sight of you when the Harvest Moon reached the highest point in the sky.

And it is not the sight of you that caused me to disappear, for I could stare into your beauty for a thousand lifetimes.

I left because I am not the man you believe me to be and I could not bear to have you see me as I really am.

If all goes as I have planned, then I will return to you on All Hallows' Eve and we will be together again and always.

If not, then know that I did everything that I could to escape Abbot's Cornfield, but that its magic was stronger than what I—a lowly scarecrow given human form for a day—could break.

And if I never return to you in flesh and blood, then I pray that this letter, and my spirit, find their way to you...as the crow flies.

Eternally yours,

Solan

 

About

I imagined the crow in my visual composition, "As the Crow Flies," carrying a message to someone.

"A Letter to Elanor" is that message.

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Hallo'd Lore

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About

Dark things from the hangman's tree and a warning; a mental carving that tried to scream—Happy Halloween!

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As the Crow Flies

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I Take My Leave

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Today's Tendril...

If your life is in constant need of a safety net, then you should reconsider your choice of activities and mental proclivities.

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Through the Dark

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Voiceless

Without words I am voiceless,
     And my eyes can only take the conversation so far.

And if only the hand on your cheek were the hand on your heart,
     Then my touch would speak in a tongue only lovers understand.

These words, this paper, are all that remains of a conversation that I thought would never know an end.

All is now still.

My words have no refrain.

I am voiceless—and still.

And still I carry on...without you.

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Three Tendrils on Epiphany

Epiphany is usually a light in the dark.

Every once in a while, it's a dark cloud with a silver lining.

 

Epiphany is one part "I" and one part "any," as in: The I of any moment can bring about life changes—for better or for worse.

 

Brevity does not always bring clarity.

Sometimes the epiphany comes at the end of a long and complex journey through the jungle of verbosity, where vines of reason twist and entwine, and a machete clears the clutter of incremental logic.

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Characters Within (Interis Dieagolis) 1

"I'm swimming in tears," said Regret.

"And well you should," said Conscience.

"I wasn't thinking, OK," snapped Regret.

"Sadly, you never do," quipped Conscience, a bit exasperated.

"Why is that? Why don't I take a breath or a pause and figure out how to be free from the grip of the here-and-now," said a demoralized Regret, with a clear indication that the question was rhetorical.

Nevertheless, Conscience replied, "You get that from the Impulse side of the family. That's why God included me as part of the human equation."

Conscience added, "If it helps, you may think of me as a ghost—the Ghost of Actions Past and Consequences Future."

"That doesn't help at all," sobbed Regret.

"Oh, it will. Trust me, it will. You just don't see it yet," said Conscience with a comforting smile.

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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.