My nest is rust, it’s sand and dust
it’s windblown emptiness,
the sage of rheumy eyes.
“I’m home again”
it’s age of eggs, a yolk turned green.
it’s smell, it’s hell.
“Your shoes are dirty, take them off,
when did you shave?”
My nest is far from rest.
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September 14, 2015
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Time to spruce things up sounds like.
Well that’s not cool. 😦
I like the opening best.
This does not sound like a very comfortable nest!
brilliant interpretation – love nest gone cold and addled
Ha! My nest is getting cleaned today but with the smoke from the California wild fires blowing in, it will still smell like hell–literally. Can’t go outside for long today.
Oooh.. that sound ominous.. I recall when there was a fire far away, yes it smells awful..
Yes, it seems a nest reminiscent of the Beat Generation.
Limbo Delirium
Black & White Abstract
Good one. Like the rhymes in here, short and powerful punches. Good work. 🙂
This is the first time I’m finding rhymes in your lines..:-) That makes it unique for me… nice read… 🙂
Wow, what a mess! Tut tut!
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Your nest have a few issues. Yolk turned green – such a powerful visual image to enhance the idea of smell.
man! sweet poem – it is a gritty life eh? Rust Never Sleeps
Love gone sour like clabbered milk.
Brilliant…!! 😀
A most sweet response to this, I liked the ring to it.
Well written.
This is an excellent interpretation of the art, Bjorn. As always you take us to the uncomfortable truths that lie behind normalcy.
Not everything that nests is a cozy bluebird, is it? I have a feeling that the place this nest rests is the skull that knows it best.
Nests aren’t always restful–but I wish they were
What melancholy… This speaker should probably think about nesting elsewhere.
haha – that was a bit humorous – it does look like a nest with all those feathers and a bit messy I might say.
Yikes–the age of eggs. So awful. So good. k.
I liked it, it suited the image well. The last line was sweet.
excellent
My take : A Small Home
I like the sing-song voice here, gritty by rhymey! And rheumy!
short and lovely!
Well done, I love the mess in your nest. It reminds one of humanity~
I like what you did with this. A nest that has turned far from warm and inviting. It’s sad when that happens
Caring for sick grandchildren last week – my nest was about as far from rest as it gets. Ha! Loved the cadence in this. It made me think of a nursery rhyme or fairy tale – almost as if ogres are circling outside the house. A great little bit of whimsy that packs a little something to chew – as did many nursery rhymes. (where lyrics parodied royal and political events of the day).