“cracking walnuts”

Written for:  The Twiglets #312 - cracking walnuts

Never crack walnuts
with your teeth.

Buried in a drawer somewhere,
is a nutcracker, unused for
years.  I did love removing
the nut meat with a pick.
Walnuts tasted better 
that way, instead of 
being shelled.  We had to
work at it.

two perfect halves
open on the table
walnut brains

          He slammed and slammed to no avail
            wondering why he was failing
               Along came a friend
              who said, oh no, Ben,
   They won't open by slamming, and you went to Yale? 


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to “cracking walnuts”

  1. sgeoil says:

    When I was a kid nuts were a treat at Christmas, but we always had to crack them open!


  2. Misky says:

    They really do look like brains!


  3. Jules says:

    I remember those metal nutcracker sets! I might still have one somewhere. There was a variety during holidays. The only ones I shell myself these days are pistachios.

    I’ve got a tree that has nuts… Horse chestnuts. Sort of like walnuts, but not easy to eat at all.

    Yep, walnuts – brain food. So it is said 😀


  4. Debi says:

    I eat less when I have to work for them. So that’s good.


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