My marrow mourns the broken bones
I see in harrowed eyes from those who’ve
fled the barrel bombs, the bloodshed and
the tear of air from retribution and revenge.
At night I hear the scream from rapes,
the wail of widows and from the soil
the fumes of fratricide and
shell shocked children rise.
But you grow numb with time,
you lock your door
you shut your eyes and hope
for someone else to save our sparrow souls.
My marrow mourns…
10 gr, 15 yrs, Bones
Margaret gives us children’s picture for the prompt today at toads. I loved the the picture of bones. I am on a quest to finish with 30 poems in April and this number 24.
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Björn Rudbergs writings 
Deeply emotive and evocative writing…sparrow souls is just sensational
Oh….this is harrowingly…some great lines, especially in the second stanza
Oh my, this is so sorrowful. Such strength of emotion in your words. “You shut your eyes and hope” sometimes we must – or die from it.
This is deeply poignant, Bjorn. Especially like “sparrow souls.”
Wow!!!
much love…
This is just fabulous, Bjorn! I love the opening line and the internal rhyme of marrow and harrowed, the way they echo throughout the first stanza, and how the rhyme is picked up again in ‘sparrow souls’.
A touching piece.
This hits hard, Bjorn, Beautiful use of language.
a very touching piece…But you grow numb with time,
you lock your door
you shut your eyes and hope
for someone else to save our sparrow souls.
how true…
Powerful stuff indeed. Perhaps only God can save our sparrow souls – and perhaps that does not involve saving bodies?
It’s sad that we can all grow numb with time…waiting for help from ‘others’.
This is a guttural response to the insanity of what the world has become. Who can be blamed for wanting to turn away from the carnage?
And when it seems like sorrow can’t seep deeper, it does.
Very powerful piece Bjorn. The internal rhymes work well and help to carry one through this poem. It seems we humans always look to someone else to save us. We shut the door on all the sorrow.
We “hope for someone else to save our sparrow souls”. Indeed, we do. This is very moving, Bjorn.
So evocative, and such a contrast to First Night of Summer. You truly know how to work words and wring emotions.
Number ’24’ is a masterpiece.
“My marrow mourns the broken bones
I see in harrowed eyes from those who’ve
fled the barrel bombs, the bloodshed and
the tear of air from retribution and revenge.”
Oh, the haunting imagery and evocative alliteration in this opening stanza alone, Bjorn! Wonderful write!
powerful
Telling it like it is for some, really hard, tough to stay alive. Good on your #24, this weekend you can catch up. I’m staying with it, #27 tonight.
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Strong poem. I was especially taken with “sparrow souls.”
It truly horrifies me to think we grow numb to such violence… therefore becoming part of the problem!