An
Hour-glass Sonnet
I had the fear that
I wouldn’t be able
to write a sonnet
about the glitzy sand
since I have found
an antiquated hour-
glass in the attic.
***
These days hour-
glasses are difficult
to find, more difficult
than finding sand grains
—victuals for fiery
furnaces of time:
The grate of gravel in a hologram
of silence.
- Ali Znaidi 2014
Ali Znaidi (b. 1977) lives
in Redeyef, Tunisia, where he teaches English. He graduated with a BA in
Anglo-American Studies in 2002 from the University of Sfax for the South.
He writes poetry and has an interest in literature, languages, and
literary translation. His work has appeared in various magazines and
journals worldwide. He authored four poetry chapbooks including Experimental Ruminations (Fowlpox Press,
2012), Moon’s Cloth Embroidered with
Poems (Origami Poems Project, 2012), Bye,
Donna Summer! (Fowlpox Press, 2014), and Taste of the Edge (Kind of A Hurricane Press, 2014). Links to
his published and forthcoming works can be found at
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