hope inside the garden

by Ali Znaidi / July 5th, 2015

Those lines are crosscurrents inside the silence.
Those poetry books are cremated.
I ponder on those crimes.
I find no clue.

I observe and observe.

I see birds everywhere
in this garden.

The chirping is a resistant poem.
The wings are resistant poetry volumes.

Fences are utterly burnt.

Ali Znaidi has had poetry appearing in more than 200 literary publications across several countries. For more details you can visit his blog and follow him on Twitter @AliZnaidi. Read other articles by Ali, or visit Ali's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 5th, 2015 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.