Sunday, April 13, 2014

Three Short Poems by Ali Znaidi

The Shape of Inexistence

When the night comes
existence takes the shape
of inexistence for those
who have no home
but the streets’ laps,
for those who queue,
           as usual,
waiting for new sorrows,
        & above all,
for those whose morning
is not yet to come.

Written 16 10 2013

3

feathers of a crow
shine through
the empty shot glass.
—A (jailed) triptych.

Written 25/10/2013

Platonic Forms

I loved the shadows
of candles in the dark,
& I suppose
this love still persists
but in platonic forms.

Written 25/10/2013

2 comments:

  1. Dear Ali,

    I really enjoyed reading these poems today and look forward to publishing your work at Whispers. Best wishes with all your writing endeavors.

    Sincerely,
    Karen

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  2. Thank you very much. I am very grateful for you.

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