Monday, October 15, 2012

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—

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