Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that, like The Color of Pomegranates and “City That Does Not Sleep,” incorporates wild, surreal images. Try to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.


Always, always I am falling

in a deep abyss

in slowest of slow motion

flailing arms and silent screams

I wake up sweating

heart pounding loud

snakes of suspicion slithering

up my chest choking the chipmunks

in my brain always,

always I slide back into the partisan dream

showing sepia-toned snapshots of swirling snowflakes

transforming into ugly beasts

exhorting me to finish my exam

and I realise with a start

I submitted an empty sheet.

41 thoughts on “Nightmare

    1. Oh yes! The other day a friend was lamenting she still dreams that she prepared for chemistry exam only to find out at the examination centre that it is actually physics on that day!! Thanks so much! ❤️❤️

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