A few days ago I sitting in a local Starbucks busily hacking away at my computer. A commotion at the door interrupted my thoughts and drew my attention. The commotion was created by a woman whose body has been distorted by life and left her with a limp that made walking difficult, to say the least. I was struck by how her entrance changed the tenor of the environment. This poem attempts to convey some of my reflections regarding what I noticed.
This Spotlight of the Ignored
by Biz Gainey
She limps her way in the midst of we now at rest
She flogs her way throughOne leg drifts slack in a fight to keep pace,
Her nose grinds the floor; deeper into our midst does she dare challenge our world.
They who disgust; How dare they drink with we in our 3rd place of welcome?
Where all are not welcome, where she who limps must find solace
In the cisterns of strife. A spectacle in
This spotlight of the ignored
Her hips scream and contort toward a wall shadowed corner
A place to hide is their plight, to cower their hope
A place to hide is their plight, to cower their hope
Where eyes fall dim upon one fallen and downed
By a world all our own. A spectacle in
This spotlight of the ignored
In the midst of this crowd why must life be lived lone?
Though many are here all gathered around
The cry of pain cries in vain to be known
In our own world of loneliness we fear;
The cry of pain cries in vain to be known
In our own world of loneliness we fear;
To respond is to be revealed and known as we who hide. A Spectacle in
This spotlight of the ignored
I see myself in all we who ignore
The chaos and crash of body corrupted
Her hands now betray her as a moment to be whole
Now falls to the floor.
Grasping in vain she flails and she flutters yet gravity holds sway
On that which does flutter;
On we who do watch. A spectacle in
This Spotlight of the ignored.
Sudden do we hear her knees howl to the floor to retrieve
That which we leave lone.
All eyes hold; we glare on though not in
Our bodies betray us as hers haunts our fears.
Filleted by this moment which stretches all things taught
Mounted high is this tension shared by all borne by one. A spectacle in
This spotlight of the ignored
Alas, just behind does winged peacock glide in.
Thankfully distracted are we now
Such glory burns us bright.
Enthrone we ourselves in this image of our love.
Glamour in skin, our bronzed goddess shimmers bright. A spectacle in
This spotlight of the adored.
We breathe rest in this beauty .
We hope upon and within.
Wonderfully lost to us now is she bent with life’s limp.
Splendor adores the virtues we love
Pain ignores the fears by which we are bound.
A spectacle in this spotlight of the adored.
I see myself in all we who ignore
The chaos and crash of body corrupted
Her hands now betray her as a moment to be whole
Now falls to the floor.
Grasping in vain she flails and she flutters yet gravity holds sway
On that which does flutter;
On we who do watch. A spectacle in
This Spotlight of the ignored.
Sudden do we hear her knees howl to the floor to retrieve
That which we leave lone.
All eyes hold; we glare on though not in
Our bodies betray us as hers haunts our fears.
Filleted by this moment which stretches all things taught
Mounted high is this tension shared by all borne by one. A spectacle in
This spotlight of the ignored
Alas, just behind does winged peacock glide in.
Thankfully distracted are we now
Such glory burns us bright.
Enthrone we ourselves in this image of our love.
Glamour in skin, our bronzed goddess shimmers bright. A spectacle in
This spotlight of the adored.
We breathe rest in this beauty .
We hope upon and within.
Wonderfully lost to us now is she bent with life’s limp.
Splendor adores the virtues we love
Pain ignores the fears by which we are bound.
A spectacle in this spotlight of the adored.
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