bubbles of reality

 

That morning I dozed off in an overcrowded, over-heated bus on the way to work in Himeji dreaming I was watching a 1957 live MJQ concert in Amsterdam. That series of paradigm shifts as I returned to sentience… The baboushka metaphor again – or a series of concentric bubbles. A roughed-out poem eventually written as a ruba’i sequence.

It was eventually published in Original Clichés in 2016 and submitted to ccmixter as an audio poem where it was picked up and remixed by Grand City Break / BOCrew.

Everything is a series of unlikely coincidences…

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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?

 

The ruba’i is a Persian form of the quatrain. (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.

 

 

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