SENTINEL POETRY
ONLINE MAGAZINE MONTHLY #13  (DECEMBER 2003) ISSN 1479-425X

AMINU MAHMUD


Sunset

The sun is slipping,
like sand grains
through the fingers
into the horizon.

A shadow play in forgotten corner
deep in the grip of hourglass
when words unspoken
like the spider's lacy web

forced two ends of a wall together.

Rain like blizzard
beating against the windowpane:
one last drop falls
when spoken words

plot pastiche unto time.
Ashes keeping faith with ashes
were grown into the
mirthful humus.

The sun is slipping, so are the sand grains.

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POEMS
Nkechi Nwosu-Igbo
Don't Cry, Dear Butterfly
Spirit Immersed
Aminu Mahmud
My Heart Whispers,
Prometheus
Sunset
Protest Streets
Memoir
Durlabh Singh
Sonnet One
Natural Tones
Tolulope Ogunlesi
A Bridge Passing Under Many Waters
Those Eyes
Helen Woodward
Mirror
Woman 1
Woman 2
Stone
Nilanshu Kumar Agarwal
Memory Is Being Blurred
I Am Being Drowned
Shakespeare In Tears
Adult Franchise
Rural India
Ugochukwu Smooth C.
One Day
Her
Uche Nduka
Shuffle Beige: Extracts
Chris Major
Manners
Emman Usman Shehu
Concordance
Gorgon
Angela Fraser
Invocation
INTERVIEW
Nnorom Azuonye
My E-Conversation with
Emman Usman Shehu
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