This strangely cocooned life is dominated by reflections.
Just months ago, we still had visions.
All we see now is on a TV screen
and framed by windowpanes.
Without us, life goes on.
Clouds drift, a bird flies by, a flower blooms
while we reflect in our shrinking rooms.
Will the cloud, the bird, the flower know when we are gone?
Kim M. Russell, 3rd April 2020
Today’s existentialism prompt is from April 3, 2013. Kerry shared ‘Futility’ by Wilfred Owen as an example of an existentialist poem, in which ‘the environment is harsh, the speaker feels isolated from the society he has sworn to protect, and relates his sense of hopelessness at leading his men to their deaths’.
I’m merging this prompt with Kerry’s Skylover Wordlist, sourced from Dylan Thomas’s poetry collection Deaths and Entrances, from which the third word is ‘vision’.