sometimes –
from the polluted pond
I still hear
a skeletal concerto
keeping me awake
with its deadly silence
and a smell of ash
sometimes –
beneath the rainbow surface
I see their spectres mating
and bony tadpoles
losing their direction –
sinking
sinking
sometimes –
I remember cursing
bull-frogs calling
long time ago
Copyright M. Bednar
Linked to Real Toads
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August 8, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Absolutely perfect! This is the poem I would have liked to write. Just excellent work, Bjorn.
“Sometimes…I still hear a skeletal concerto.” Brilliant, Bjorn. I love it.
Wonderful poem.
I hope the tadpoles grow up to sing the songs anew…
That “skeletal concerto” will echo in my heart for quite some time.
hmm this one has some dark undertones Bjorn. Like it 🙂
The darkness of this piece is right up my street, love it.
What a way to wrap this beautiful photo with dramatic and hauntingly lovely words — and tie in what is perhaps, sadly, the sixth extinction we have going on here on our little blue dot (not to mention pollution, climate change, and the idea of amphibians as bellwether species). Fine work, as always, Björn!
Oh! I hope loss of nature does not come to this! I hope the concerto continues live somewhere!
An eerie cliffhanger of a poem – the alarm sounded in haunting whispers. Excellent!
def and erriness under the surface of this one….the calls of the frogs and bulls can play with the imagination in the dark…but i feel an ominousness to this one…..a haunting….
Bjorn, Very, very sad. So much is getting polluted these days. Sounds, that were once common are disappearing from our world. Well written. 🙂 —Susan
Sometimes we are reminded of those who went before us, walking the same ground thought different paths. For sure I wouldn’t have thought of the small creatures on my own. Very clever, Bjorn. Thank you.
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Beautiful Bjorn!
I LOVE the same line as Sherry and I agree with Kerry!! Excellent writing, Bjorn!!
Amazing write! I love it from its first stanza…a skeletal concerto indeed
Beautiful..that sometime was a long time ago!
Björn, I could see this as a “Halloween” repost, not that you need material for posting or anything. I return to this poem a lot, although it is sad, because it reminds me to reach for hope despite the skeletal concertos all ’round us.
Ah.. thank you for the reminder.. I had forgotten this one.