Dewey’s Balloon – A Rubaiyat

For them the day could never end too soon

To find a way to escape from the gloom

And hide away to their favorite place

So they jumped inside their big air balloon

And only bringing their most precious things

The Books filled with Words that made their heart sing

A basket of treats, a hot pot of tea

Mind, body and soul, this nourishment brings

Up, up and away, these two friends depart

‘Til landing upon their tree’s secret heart

A sweet libr’y home where they could be free

To read, dream, write – poetic counterparts.

I missed the deadline for Hélène’s “What Do You See Challenge” last week that featured the lovely picture above. I forgot it was due Monday so this poem remained marinating in my brain slowly turning into the rubaiyat form for Frank’s challenge at dVerse. (Feedback on this one would be appreciated as well!)

But this rubaiyat would not have fully come into being without a conversation I had with another lovely poet about our mutual history of library hiding. My deepest gratitude goes out to Gina who has been an inspiration and support in my writing and life journey. Thank you, dear friend! We shall run and find a library to hide in soon!

©️ iido 2019

Vanishing Solution – A Rubaiyat

To vanquish all the demons of senseless aggression

The women left, with children on hips, for vacation

Without the men and older ones, corrupted too soon

In the middle of the night, they left without resignation.

It started with whispers under the heartbroken moon

Mothers left behind who wanted to hear a new tune

The song of “I’m sorry” for rape, murder, starvation

Made for a hollow dirge in the empty baby room.

Without any recourse than to cry and wail with rage

The women made a plan to change the history page

Eve’s disobedience might be original sin

But Cain killing Able spotlight the violent stage

Without testosterone, how/where would the anger begin?

It became clear that peace could never start from within

Add in voices loud with societal machismo

Can’t unlearn this behavior yet men had no chagrin

It took years to create the perfect utopia

Women agreed there was only one panacea

As much as it hurt to acknowledge the truth of it

Leave them behind, the only viable idea.

After kisses and climaxes for the lucky ones,

And tender tough love goodbyes for those who had older sons

The women vanishing in one night of defiance

Bringing babies, clothes, food, seeds, tools to create, no guns

When the world awoke, there was silence then confusion

There was crying and wailing and raging delusion

The accusations turned deadly with no end in sight

The world was burning, cleansing all those in collusion

And the women waited, teaching their children new ways

With emotional regulation, without fake praise

Listening, reflection, the basis for discussion

Decisions consensus, not perfect, a better phase.

Is separation the best course of action for now?

Or work hard together and put our backs to the plough?

I don’t know the answer or the moral of this tale

To change our world, what are we willing to disavow?

This is my first attempt at a rubaiyat – inspired by Frank Hubeny at dVerse call to action. Feedback is welcome and most appreciated!

The theme is in response to Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #172 – Vanishing as well as Jamie Dedes’ Wednesday Writing Prompt. Jamie’s prompt this week deserved a lot of thought – it was hard (for me at least) to imagine what a world would be like without murder, torture, starvation. In writing this poem, I am NOT saying that all the bad in the world are due to men but statistically, most of the violence in the world are perpetuated by those with a Y chromosome.

I don’t think separation is the answer. As the saying goes, if you’re not part of the solution…however, sometimes I do just want to take a vacation from all the strife I hear about in the world. Yet, where would we go?

©️ iido 2019