Back at Day 18 we were challenged to write a ruba’i which is a Persian form (multiple stanzas in the ruba’i form are a rubaiyat, like The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.) Basically, a ruba’i is a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA and has been often used in English such as Robert Frost’s famous poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening . I’ve been working on this for a few days. It began as a half-conceived idea from 2008!
Bubbles of reality
So here I am, a front-row seat
in Amsterdam, a cool-jazz beat
Modern Jazz Quartet they’re called
It’s ’57. Urbane. Sweet.
Chamber music’s Modern Age,
John Lewis piano-playing sage.
Lost in music’s interplay
my seat jerks roughly towards the stage
My earplugs and my iPod fall
I realise I’m not there at all
but on a bus with windows fogged
and in Japan, I now recall.
It’s hot in here but not outside
Commuters sleep all through the ride
We pass Himeji Castle, snow,
My reverie’s abruptly died.
I wonder if I’m really here
an Alien Resident for a year
or back at Home still sound asleep,
alarm about to ring out clear…
And so it goes, banality,
the bubbles of reality
like Russian dolls each bubble pops
I doubt my person-ality.
And when I die will I be less
than all a bubble can compress?
And will the final burst reveal
a mere sphere of nothingness?