poems

by Ali Znaidi

 
The Mona Lisa Megrims
 
A river of secret light used to stream across her enigmatic lips.

No wind was able to expose her untamed smile, nor the years—

a smile beyond description/ a smile that encrypted but never

revealed.

She always felt jubilant like an immaculate virgin that is hard

to conquer. She always felt sublime, & even her shadow rippled

her mysterious beauty. She always felt she is the only artist

when it comes to enigmatic seduction. But today melancholia

is her twin sister because her codes are deciphered & her enigma

is showcased in museums’ halls to satisfy the gluttony of hungry

eyes.

 
 
 

A Hall of Fame

 

She

saw

many copies

of her face

being generated on the pond.

She felt inducted into a hall of fame.

 


 

The Calculator

 

The

calculator

in his

hands was miraculous.

He said it helped him

calculate jillions & jillions of his fragmented dreams.

 
 
 

Cruelty

 

An

artificial

snail atop

a wooden clock:

/tick, tick, tick, tick, tick/

 

Cruel time is merciless [ly] moving w/ it

 
 
 
Collage

 

winter

melancholy

I cut

my old newspapers

into tiny pieces, tiny scraps—

 

a collage/a feast for my hungry fireplace

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