Caught in the Blind Spot

I'm sittin' in my car waiting on a friend on the Wal-Mart lot

Overcast and gloomy, like my mood from the cold I caught

Watching the door to dance away quick like a skilled fox trot

The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot

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Out of the corner, I see him checkin' me out, dares to be caught

Missing link in his chain of command, not right by a long shot

Dragging up from the rear, obese and with child, thickens the plot

The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot

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The old and the gray, pallid, dirty, the sick, crippled and forgot

I watch the parade, a simmering stew cast in the melting pot

Leave me alone, don't want to see where I might be another not

The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot

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Roxsan say my plates, little sports coupe that looks so hot

Not many of us, she says, connects to me like dot to dot

Not my name I say to myself, not like me, another lie bought

The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot

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Old man in the doorway braced on a cart leans to greet a small tot

Everyday at his post, like a proud ghost, lucky to afford him a cot

How did this happen, there's the machine, but where is our slot

The tired, the poor, the huddled masses, lost in the blind spot

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How does it feel?

32 comments

Fay Paxton 5 years ago

"Everyday at his post, like a proud ghost, lucky to afford him a cot" ... that line is a keeper.

Amy, this is such an excellent expression of a huge and shameful truth. "The Blind Spot" shadows far too many, the old, the poor, the illegals...too many. Well done. Up and awesome.

Take care of that cold.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, my friend. It was the saddest parade I've ever seen. Yes, my cold darkened the mood, but sitting there I knew, not a far stretch to join the membership list.


Fay Paxton 5 years ago

Keep that chin up, kiddo! I posted two new hubs. They are connected but don't read them until you're in a better mood.

Remember...chin up!!


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Old Poolman 5 years ago from Rural Arizona

Amy, you nailed it with this one. I guess someday we will all be in "The Blind Spot". Something to look forward to isn't it? Hope you get over your cold real soon, they can be miserable.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Well done ...again!

You're a winner Amy.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Fay, I must admit I go to your pieces first...and, once again, pure unadulterated magnificence.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you for your kind and welcome wishes, Mike. The sinus infection is loosening it's miserable grip, the bastard. Yep, more and more are joining the ranks...I know.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Will, just the words I needed to hear. Thank you, kind cowboy.


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MartieCoetser 5 years ago from South Africa

Amy, this was quite an eye-opener. They are indeed in the blind spot. Personally I tend to look over them, because I am too busy to survive. I cannot afford to look into the blind spot, because it could only be one step away from me – I don’t want to know it. I prefer falling in it, like in dense fog over the edge of a precipice.

But you know what, if ever I land in there I plan to make a difference – I will have a lot of time on my hands to do it.

Take care, my friend. Be the best you are wherever you are!


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Neil Sperling 5 years ago from Port Dover Ontario Canada

Interesting take on the moments where we "seem" lost. We all feel that way time to time. The oddest resolve is to realize we are never lost.... only temporarily disoriented.

We are ALWAYS right here right now. Strange it is to realize the moment is all there really is. We get caught up in the confusion of the world forgetting the only moment there is is right now.

I'm guilty of forgetting the moment too. I forget to celebrate seconds as they pass by.

This is a good poem..... as always coming from a deep warm and adventurous soul that you are. You allow yourself to experience life and that is rare these days. Most people are too caught up in the chaos of change we forget to examine who and where we are. Amy - you take that time to experience the ETERNAL NOW ... and that makes you a beautiful gem. Wanna move to my place?


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear Martie, your commentary hits all the right notes in what I tried to convey. Perfectly. And, yes, no matter what, being our best, despite circumstances, is sometimes, the only choice we have left. You are an always an inspiration.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Oh, Neil, how sweet and wise you are! I treasure those words of yours. And your invitation? I know you are laughing as you finished with that...but, it tells me that you truly live the words you speak...in the moment, which is all we truthfully have, open and free. Truly beautiful, Neil. Thank you


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BobbiRant 5 years ago from New York

Yes, I recognize those 'lost in the blind spot' oh so well. Those of us, when we have been or are, poor, invisible people, those no one wants to know or waste their time on. Great write and I love this Dylan song, one of my favorites. But for some of us, you, me, those commenting here, do not ignore those 'lost in th blind spot' wonderful hub!


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, BobbiRant, I knew you'd get it. You are a wise and compassionate soul. I adore your empathy for the underdog. You are my hero!


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CMerritt 5 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

Nice....thumbs up!

:)


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, CMerritt. Appreciate your words.


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Rebecca E. 5 years ago from Canada

well done, this is very moving.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Rebecca E, I appreciate your visit and your comments.


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Docmo 5 years ago from UK

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'Not my name I say to myself, not like me, another lie bought'

Amy, you should consider writing prose also... your descriptions are beautifully observed and so evocative. You are truly gifted. Each poem strips bare of the worlds pretenses in your scathing yet compassionate observations.

You need to be in the New Yorker!

Mohan


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Your comments are my inspiration to keep striving...for that highest compliment...the New Yorker! I'll have to come back down to earth...Now I'm over the moon! Thank you, Mohan.


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Neil Sperling 5 years ago from Port Dover Ontario Canada

Amy - love to see what you think of a poem a special friend and I wrote. As a tribute to that bond she and I have, I shared it in my latest hub.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Thank you, Neil, I will be honored. I'll go find it now.


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TheManWithNoPants 5 years ago from Tucson, Az.

Man I love it. Love it, love it, love it. This is a song. I hope I can break loose from THP and put some guitar to it. This is the second one that's made me want to go song Amy. Good work kid!

jim


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arb 5 years ago from oregon

Sometimes what we feel is equal to what we write. My hope is always lifted when someone see's. It is evidence that who we are, is still rooted, in "who we ought to be." I enjoyed the poem, it was well writen. Even more, I appreciate the heart still filled, with "who we ought to be!"


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

I can't wait to hear it, Jim. I know if you already hear the song, it's gonna be great. I'm so glad you like this one, you good-lookin songwriter!


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Dear arb, your comments are so kind and heartbreakingly touching. It is gut-wrenching to see so many with so little, struggling, many sick, bent over, old before their time and there is nothing I can do to significantly help and, am, myself not far from those same circumstances. Thank you for your kindness and sensitivity, arb.


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A.A. Zavala 5 years ago from Texas

The blind spot is a blackhole, those who stagger into it struggle and struggle to get out. Walmart, the perfect setting for misery. Thanks for sharing.


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

Isn't that the truth, Augustine? Walmart is the pits and your comment is "right on" poetry in itself "the perfect setting for misery". Amen, brother.


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epigramman 5 years ago

...well your writing has always hit the right spot with me Amy whether you're engaging in your soul searching poetry or writing an expose or a column that could knock the 'investigative' socks off the people who read the New York Times or Cosmopolitan magazine .......

I must say that I have truly enjoyed it all - and all of it - you do so very very well with so much sensitivity (your trademark, I believe) and your amazing insight .... good day when we met - and on this particular good day I wish you well and give a hug to the Mac Man from Tiff and Gabe .... and me too!


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

How totally sweet, epi. Thank you for your beautiful poetic words. Mac and I are snowed in again, really! He had to visit the vet this week. He was feeling very bad and looked so pitiful sitting in the yard with his head down. He is better now and appreciates the hugs. Hugs to your Tiff and Gabe from us, too!


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epigramman 5 years ago

...yes Amy it's funny how we talk about the weather because here in Ontario by Lake Erie we have returned to January again with this deep freeze and snowstorms and I hear that April will be below seasonal in temperature - remember you said you heard a lawn mower the other week - well we might not hear that now until May!!!!


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Amy Becherer 5 years ago from St. Louis, MO Author

As I was revisiting all the beautiful, heartfelt comments here from the hubs finest, it struck me that you are so correct, Colin, and I am reminded of the phrase in Forrest Gump, "Mama always said, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what your gonna get". Whether it's the weather, or a turn in life like the inspiration that created my poem, humanity is not in control of as many circumstances as we like to think we are. Most of life is in the hands of our Creator. We make choices through free will, but ultimately, we concede to our maker. The best we can do is live each moment in the best way possible. The depth of your thoughts still continues to surprise and amaze me, Colin. Brilliant. Thank you for your kindness.

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