Happy National Pistachio Day!

One of the most effective forms of advertising

and promotion it is said is getting on the calendar

to celebrate your cause or special interest.

When you see such, know that someone, usually

whomever will profit, has lobbied to get that

day recognized.

It may be innocuous and I love to have something

to celebrate, don’t you?

There has been hot debate about the commercialization

of such holidays; I’ve heard Valentine’s Day was created

by Hallmark cards. Also, some people get upset with

Christmas being the most lucrative season of the

year for the retail industry. Halloween is running a close

second.

Lesser profits go to St. Paddy’s Day for the legendary

Pub blowouts with green beer and corned beef and

cabbage. New Year’s Eve boosts the liquor & champagne

Industries. Super Bowl is an advertising extravaganza.

Some people watch just to see the spectacular commercials,

not to mention the array of foods promoted to gorge on.

Humble little National Pistachio Day may not sound very

important, but who doesn’t like pistachios? Don’t those

little guys deserve their place in the sun?

I would not know about National Pistachio Day if I had

not heard it on the news. Those pistachio farmers are

almost as shrewd as the peanut farmers. It takes smart

business acumen to promote nuts!

Eat some pistachios tonight. They are great tasting and

nutritious to boot!

Raintreepoet, reporting

These two poems are inspired by artifact pillows depicted in the latest issue of Archeology Magazine.

  Apologies for not having the real  photo of them. So, with no further ado:

"Packed for the Afterlife"

"The remarkably well-preserved contents of a Ming Dynasty tomb"

“To be born in the next life in the western world”

These words woven into a damask pillow

with silk thread, found in

a man’s coffin-

from a Ming Dynasty tomb

One can only wonder why
someone who was buried with
such a treasure, would want to

wake up somewhere else!

Perhaps a good conversation

starter at a poetry salon or

among historians drinking wine

Do the words we leave behind

really tell our story?

Or are they merely a small tile

in a much craftier mosaic

Are words indicative of only

a point of view caught in time-

Or are they emblematic of

a life theme?

How can we know

another soul’s heart?

We cannot- however,

mentioning the desire

to be across the planet

next time around

speaks volumes about

how he felt about his life-

Does it not?

“Early fly to heaven”

The companion damask pillow case

embroidered with an even more

intriguing quote- Did the man take

his own life?

Was he a distraught fellow

who wanted to get to the

western world as soon as

possible?

Too little can be known about

a motive from mere words-

A skilled semanticist would

disagree

Indeed, a skilled semanticist and

his linguist friend

would say that: Words

say everything!

My simple poet soul

simply wishes that

that sad man was

reincarnated in the

west-Godspeed!

raintreepoet