still a reminder
of Christmas past
breaking into
a treasure chest
of windled kernels
released in
crack crack sound
like that Tjajkovsky
suite where flower
waltz with children
my treasure hunt
for that dry
taste to eat
with mulled wine
and candle light
I fed you
brittle delicacy
of what I found
within
a nutshell
of my understanding
In a nutshell
I couldn’t avoid writing a second entry for Victoria’s prompt… we still had some walnuts left from Christmas… hmm. and discarded shells might be time to part with…
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February 20, 2014
Björn Rudbergs writings 
very cool that you wove tschaikovsky’s nutcracker in… love the music…and i also like how you take it a bit further than what the eyes see
I really just followed Victoria’s advice… 🙂 In a nutshell..
So glad you wrote another. What a great topic, too. Like a painting of the old masters, it has texture and chiaroscuro. Love it.
Thank you Victoria for your excellent prompt… and hope you have a wonderful hiatus from bloggin… (I can recommend snapseed to do nice images on the iPad)
I’m a big fan of Tchaikovsky. You tell the story of the Walnut very nicely.
What a great title.
Thank you
You’re welcome.
Ha, the question is how long are the walnuts good?? I have some things left over from Christmas yet too….makes me think I should either eat them or throw them out.
Make a walnut pie?
Mulled wine and candles, you have painted another Swedish scene for us, Björn! Not that I am complaining. I like walnuts in cakes rather than on their own.
Delicious! 🙂
within the nutshell of my understanding…ha…great closing line
i have cracked a few walnuts in my day…my grandfather used to have a bowl of nuts and a cracker on the living room end table….
A beautiful weave of ordinary and dreamlike, loved the ending especially!
Lovely ode to a delicacy ~ I wish I can find some in the kitchen, smiles ~
Very cool…and lovely.
I like this. It has its own romance. That brittle delicacy and the nutshell of your understanding – I like those lines.
I would say it was time for the walnut to go…it certainly fed your imagination while around, though;)
Good poem, Bjorn. Walnuts always remind me of the sugared dates stuffed with walnuts that my grandmother used to make.
Lovely to play with walnuts and nutcrackers. Not easy!
they are treasures indeed. 🙂
I would crack the walnut and then patiently remove all the brown skin. Ah..the blissful taste of pure walnut! As enjoyable as the music. 🙂