Es Regnet

It was raining when we came to the place where the lines were drawn between auroras of a second sun and the memory of someone else’s past. The ground we stood on was laid over bone. The sky looked down without pity on streetcars where the gods once rode, now rusted out specters of glory past, gone the way of moonlight at dawn. Every little corner torn away revealed more bloody scars cut deep into flesh, like the wind was digging for gold beneath all the blood and bone—anything the stars hadn’t already claimed and carried away to sow in more fertile lands. Something like a new beginning far, far away from the rushing tides of starlight.

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This started out as a poem but pretty quickly turned more into prose. Maybe I’ll work on lengthening it a bit more.

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17 thoughts on “Es Regnet

  1. David this is so incredibly descriptive with movement and you want to hold your breath! You have so much talent you are a truly gifted writer. Wow! Have an amazing and blessed day my friend. Also, I truly hope you will write more. Love and hugs. Stay safe. Love 💕 Joni

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      1. Oh yea I am so glad. I just love your words, you have an amazing gift. I will be tuning in believe me. I don’t know where you are in WA but my daughter has a home in Kirkland and she has been loving the warm weather. Stay safe because I know she is still on lockdown. So please be safe. Love and hugs Joni 🌸🌺💐

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      2. Thank you Joni! I’m not too far from Kirkland, down the highway about an hour’s drive. Yep, things are still pretty much locked down here. Seems it won’t be lifted until safety for most can be guaranteed. Stay safe!

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      3. You too. That is such a pretty area. Hopefully you have lots of inspiration while you are there. My daughter keeps me updated. I am grateful they are being careful. Have an amazing weekend. Love 💕 Joni

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      1. Rhen Laird

        Oh good! Some people collect gold coins, I collect nieces and nephew I may never meet personally…”Auntie L” (Leslie) Now, behave yourself 🙂

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