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Riddle-Poem 4/9/2025

Some say I up and quit the plains
For good, that scorching heat, hard rains,
Hail storms and locusts drove me out.
They claim my days of bustin’ drought
Are done, that I’m in California.
But other folks are quick to warn ya
I’m coming back with education
In forestry and irrigation.

Spring leaves of מָרוֹר
Sprout from bitter roots, still bearing.
Fifteen medics killed.

#DailyHaikuPrompt - "mustard" #haiku

"maror" - מָרוֹר - (pronounced "ma-ROAR"). Meaning "bitter herbs" (like mustard leaves, though often substituted with horseradish) are a symbolic element of Passover Seder, which we'll join this weekend along with millions of Jews around the world. Maror represents the bitterness of enslavement.

Passover is about freedom and enslavement - the story of our Exodus from Pharoah's Egypt.

At our Passover Seder we'll talk about freedom then and now. Holocaust stories - stories of our families' escapes, and of those who did not escape - are woven together with stories of the czar's pogroms, Pharaoh's enslavement of the Jews, and the exodus: ten plagues; ten commandments; an idolatrous betrayal; a bonus copy of the ten commandments; what-have-you.

It will be no mean feat to talk about hostages still held in Gaza at our tables this Passover; nor the atrocities of Trump and Miller and Musk - sending our people to some Salvadoran prison hell. But we Jews must not avoid the conversation that breaks our hearts: Israel's targeted killings of civilians; torture and murder of prisoner's of war; destruction of cities, mosques, hospitals, homes; AI targeted bombings of blameless households; a moment now where supplies are blocked, and tens of thousands are trapped and starving, terrorized by strikes that might hit anyone, anywhere.

We need to talk about what power we have and how to use it.

This is the animal that never was.
Not knowing that, they loved it anyway:
its bearing, its stride, its high, clear whinny—
right down to the still light of its gaze…

—Don Paterson, “Unicorn”
after Rilke’s “Die Sonette an Orpheus”
Published in POETRY (June/July 2004)

Today, 9 April, is #NationalUnicornDay 🦄

poetryfoundation.org/poetrymag

A wintery sun casts a cold eye
On spring
There's a chill in the bones of the morning
And we are on the delicate edge
Between wild winter
and glorious summer
The skylarks are quiet
And even the light
Of my Curlew friend
Seems dimmed.
Yesterday was beautiful
Peacocks danced
Over shining dandelions
And the sky was blue
Now there's a heart-shaped gap
in the mist
And I can see
Where the wild geese flew.
#poetry

When the ocean comes to you as a lover,
marry, at once, quickly,
for God's sake!

Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.

No amount of searching
will find this.

A perfect falcon, for no reason, has
landed on your shoulder,
and become yours.

- Rumi (trans. Coleman Barks)