Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare) Comments

A poem of absorbing interest Shahzia! ! From 'dust of time' a mummified pharoh emerged into life to command and condemn a group of slaves cringing and crouching before regal insolence! When his sword was drawn out to behead, you found yourself in the protective hands of your beloved Ma! Who else will be so readily available in moments of peril and distress like a mother... love incarnate!

An amazing poem, a fantastic write.

I guess I have just experienced the nightmare with your dramatic words. O.K., now. Sit back and relax. Read mine and, cheers! Have a Cup of Coffee by the Harbor in the Rain Passing through long green tunnels again and again, She comes back to this blue green bay by a small train To free her pink adventure from his dull grey chain, And have a cup of black coffee in the harbor’s white rain.

dreams...nightmares...ah, what surreal world we live in for a fraction that occupies the rest of life!

Absolutely beautiful.....made me bleary eyed.... the hallmark of a top class poem and poet! to be able to move you with the rhythm and aura… written and conceived very well indeed. Although Kafkaesque, dark and foreboding fills the poem...the catharsis comes as a welcome respite and in spite of its length; the poem becomes so readable so human...it reaches out and touches the heart with an intensity that flamed from the giant slaves eyes… Thanx for this rare treat. :) …. Be happy