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31 Tuesday Mar 2026

Posted by D! in Dear Me, Hebrew Poetry שירה בעברית, Not Polished but Here, Reflective, Second Drawer - Poetry, הכל - and all

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I buy bouquets of flowers
cheap ones and put them in empty glass
jars, of imported Egyptian olives

They add colour and interest
to a life that has faded like a stain
of toothpaste on the bathroom floor.

It takes me about two hours
to forget they are there.
I get used
to no longer looking
at the world
to ignoring what is there
to hiding from anything that isn’t
black coffee or milky arak

29.3.2026
© Guy Traiber

אני קונה זרי פרחים
זולים ושם אותם בצנצנות
זכוכית, של זיתים מצריים

הם מוסיפים צבע ועניין
לחיים שדהו כמו כתם
של משחת שיניים על רצפת חדר האמבטיה.

לוקח לי בערך שעתיים
לשכוח שהם שם.
אני מתרגל
לא להסתכל יותר
על העולם
להתעלם ממה שיש
להתחבא מכל מה שאינו
קפה שחור או עראק לבנבן

Let’s say נאמר ש

31 Tuesday Mar 2026

Posted by D! in Dear Me, Hebrew Poetry שירה בעברית, Reflective, Second Drawer - Poetry, הכל - and all

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I am a defeatist
and I ran away from a life by the sea and missiles
and from people who prefer death over the dangers of peace.

And let’s say I can’t manage
to strum in a rasgueado style
and instead I just end up
disturbing my neighbour’s peace

And let’s say I scratch my belly
and the skin feels healthy and pleasant and soft and also swollen
and I think I am full
of sorrow or of idleness
as if they are not the same thing.

29.3.2026
© Guy Traiber

נאמר ש

אני תבוסתן
וברחתי מחיים ליד ים וטילים
ואנשים שמעדיפים מוות על פני סכנות השלום.

ונאמר שאני לא מצליח
לפרוט בסגנון רסגיאדו
ובמקום זה אני סתם מוציא
את השכן משלוותו

ונאמר שאני מגרד בבטן
והעור מרגיש בריא ונעים ורך וגם נפוח
ואני חושב שאני מלא
בצער או בחוסר מעש
כאילו אלו לא אותו הדבר

I Might Go to Bed

31 Tuesday Mar 2026

Posted by D! in Reflective, Second Drawer - Poetry, הכל - and all

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I might go to bed
not knowing which song is playing on the radio,
or tomorrow’s expected temperature.

I made a strong resolution
not to water the flowers in the glass jar,
to let them dry out
instead of just wilting.

There is a book
waiting for me next to my pillow
and it is all the certainty I have
left in this life.

Like the Ganges or this forest
in the Belgian Ardennes, like the time
I first had sex, this book
is certain even if I’ll never read it
again.

29.3.2026
© Guy Traiber

When I Think About Rome

23 Monday Mar 2026

Posted by D! in Reflective, Second Drawer - Poetry, The Rules of Love, הכל - and all

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When I Think About Rome i think
about the ancient struggles

we carry with us each day
and all too often into bed

too. I remember so many stories
of emperors and counsels and how we hurt

each other with words and silence. I remember
the taste of dough and coffee and a map congested of sights

and palaces we wanted to visit and could not
seem to find a common way to reach

together. When i think about Rome i
want to go back in time

to the first time i saw you
sitting on the naked log in the green field

before any word have been spoken
before any road been walked.

23.3.2026
© Guy Traiber

Together

18 Saturday Oct 2025

Posted by D! in Reflective, Second Drawer - Poetry, The Mysterious Ways of Simple Things, The Rules of Love, הכל - and all

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We fit together
like two pieces of a puzzle
so different from one another
that we are locked together
having no existence
without the larger picture.

Is there anything
else existing in this life?

18.10.2025
© Guy Traiber