What is the nature of reality?
As my friend drives us to another town
for ‘TheTrust Fall’ movie that we missed here,
the pollen-heavy miles inflame my eyes.
In a strange, surreal state, I watch the screen
with a hand covering each eye in turn
(to cut glare, soothe pain) as we all observe
a far less transient torture, long-term,
likely to be fatal. It’s clear the man
is not villain but hero. How can we
save him? It needs all of us to keep on!
Home, I manage to smash a favourite
glass. Upset, I forget Assange – once more
blanking out that we live in the unreal.
[See revised version, posted 3 Juky '24.]
The NaPoWriMo prompt was to write an American sonnet, i.e. more loosely structured than the strict sonnet form. (But I chose to keep 10-syllable lines, though not in iambic pentameter.)
The Poem A Day prompt was to remix one of our old poems, so I turned Day 3's surreal prose-poem into a sonnet.