Ali Znaidi- A Poem

It is Time for a Nap

 

Trains leave,

& nothing remains only

their echoes splitting

the tracks of the ears.

 

Birds fly by,

& nothing remains only

some of their feathers

falling on the bedroom

of the eyes.

 

Scented women pass by,

& nothing remains only

some fragrance travelling

in the tubes

of the noses.

 

They were all here.

But nothing remains only

sighs & blurry scenes.

 

Now it is really time

for a nap.

 

 

 

Contributor’s Bio:

 

Ali Znaidi lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English at Tunisian public secondary school. His work has appeared in The Camel Saloon, phantom kangaroo, BoySlut, The Rusty Nail, Yes,Poetry, the fib review, Ink Sweat and Tears, Mad Swirl, Red Fez, & other ezines. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). He also writes flash fiction for the Six Sentence Social Network—http://sixsentences.ning.com/profile/AliZnaidi.