His mind ranges over the galaxies
as he listens, lonely,
for a response.
Son esprit parcourt les galaxies
comme il écoute, seul,
pour une réponse.
Su mente recorre las galaxias
mientras escucha, solo,
para una respuesta.
Sua mente percorre as galáxias
enquanto ele escuta, sozinho,
para uma resposta.
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
Yerushalayim
Always hid among us,
Kindly awaiting the
Overthrow of war,
Veritable lotus of a thousand petals.
--Donald Jacobson Traxler
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
The poet, at his ease,
has only himself
to please.
His blessèd free time
needs no meter
and no rhyme.
No cloud in his sky:
in his world,
his rules apply.
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
Yesterday we passed the milestone of 91,000 visits to this poetry/photography/writing blog. It's hard for me to write about this milestone against the background of tragic, needless death and destruction that we are currently living through in the United States of America. So I won't.
What I will say is that at the moment I am not yet committed to another major writing project. Any ideas? You can send your thoughts/recommendations to exolinguist at gmail dot com, or put them into a "comentario" on this blog post. Meanwhile, I'll be trying to make myself useful in one way or another.
As usual, I thank you all for your continued interest and enthusiasm. A better day is coming.
--Donald Jacobson Traxler
Text and image Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
As the Fool falls,
his screams are heard,
while thousands die
without a word.
Text Copyright © 2020 by Donald C. Traxler aka Donald Jacobson Traxler.
