Looking Blind

Here it comes – the last entry for the NPM Flex Scavenger Hunt using prompt #13 – Write a Rant Prose poem or write about blindness. I haven’t ranted in quite awhile so I might be a little rusty…

Blind ambition
Blind love, blind justice
Blind rage and blind fury
The whole of the human race just stumbling around
I’m there too groping my way through life
A cave spider following a silken thread
Is it my thread or someone else’s?
I want to believe I’m in charge but I can’t see
The future, the past, and the present is
A jumble of sounds, smells, vibrations in the air
Bombs exploding, the smell of death approaching
I delude myself by saying I can see
And I do see – dust and dirty dishes, clock hands
Tasks and chores and age stalking me
Then I realize I’ve kept my spirit eyes closed tight
Because I don’t want to see the hungry and homeless
The poor, the traumatized, those fleeing war,
The marginalized and the corpses left to rot in the street
I am afraid to look because I just might see me

I can’t think of anything quite as terrifying as blindness. The possibility looms. All kinds of things can cause loss of sight. Some avoidable and many accidental and capricious in who will be affected. As afraid of physical blindness I confess to be, there is another blindness that is worse. When we lose sight in our “spirit eyes”. That is when we cannot see the goodness in the world. When we become blind to the divine spark in others. This kind of vision is being eradicated in this world. And it scares the bejeezus out of me. Even when physically blind, the soul can see the glory of creation. When I consider what heaven must be, I think that it is where love, hope, kindness, compassion, sympathy, praise, and thanksgiving and gratitude are made visible. Not to be seen with the eyes but with the heart and soul. My hope is that the eyes of the soul never lose the ability to see clearly…

71 thoughts on “Looking Blind

  1. “Then I realize I’ve kept my spirit eyes closed tight
    Because I don’t want to see the hungry and homeless
    The poor, the traumatized, those fleeing war,
    The marginalized and the corpses left to rot in the street
    I am afraid to look because I just might see me”

    These lines right here sum up the human attitude towards suffering for me! We know it’s there but don’t want to see it because in doing so we might see ourselves!

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  2. Is it my thread or someone else’s?–that really resonates with me. Of course they are all interwoven. We should not be laying a personal claim to any of them, but helping them all to weave a beautiful pattern. (K)

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  3. It’s weird how alike we think, Muri. I couldn’t rant because I was thinking about all the things in your poem and felt guilty going on about “first world problems.” Spiritual blindness is far worse than physical. Your poem is so powerful, holding up the mirror and daring us to look. If you were an ice skater, this would be a perfect landing after a month of lutzes and sit spins and triple axles. Bravo!

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    1. Joan – Thank-you for the wonderful compliment! I’m so glad we are on the same wavelength. I love to watch figure skating but I can’t skate at all. I spend all my time trying to not fall or trying to get up after falling!!

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      1. Same here. As a kid, I wanted to be like Dorothy Hamill (skater) or Nadia Comenech (gymnast, hope I spelled her name right). I was too klutzy to be like either of them but it didn’t stop me from pulling on skates at Noth Rec or doing twenty lopsided cartwheels in a row in my back yard. These days, I just watch the Olympians do it and swoon.
        I can’t believe NPM is almost over! The challenge got me motivated and I submitted work to two anthologies yesterday. It’s always a kick to see your poems in print. Our library has a “local” shelf where you can read NF, novels, poetry, etc, written by people you might rub shoulders with. One of our local poets works the counter at the post office so I run into her often. The guy who collects and edits poems for the 44839 anthology shops at the same grocery store I do… every time I see him, he says, “Hey! Aren’t you that famous poet from Huron Ohio?” which never fails to crack me up. I hope I will keep writing and posting, but WP takes a lot of time and energy. Thanks for provoking the muses again this year. I’ll see you on the blog next April, if not sooner. Peace and blessings to you.

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        1. I am so very flattered that this scavenger hunt motivated you to get writing again! I really hope you can post a couple of times between now and the next scavenger hunt (which I’m tentatively planning for September). I’d like to say “I knew her on WP before she became famous!” Hehe! When you get to the big time remember us little people! ❤

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  4. I actually liked your effort, but; Oh~!, that’s just too much for me, and all you need to do is read any of my post and you will get your fill of my blind animosity, especially if it concerns Russia or Trump~! Let’s move back to those more friendly post~!

    BUT HERE GOES~!

    I just purchased a can of spray paint,
    supposed to have been fuchsia but it ain’t.
    tried to open the top but found I cain’t
    tapped it on the table, my tap was faint~!

    Top flew off and it was then I find
    I should have made use of my mind
    cap broke off and in the air went flying
    paint all over the place in my face almost blind~!

    OK, ok, this really happened and it painted my hands including under my fingernails, but not a drop on what I wanted to paint as the little finger cap “thingy” broke off with a geyser shooting up, filling the air, and I painted the the tree branch, the table, my shirt, my hands, my face including my glasses, and Tami’s tail, as she was regressing rapidly~!

    Fortunately I had my glasses on or I would be blind today~! Just had to tell everyone about it, as it seems that KRYLON canned spray paint, and Home Depot and I are just not compatible~! The paint actually turned out to be purple and I hate all three including that color now~!

    Now what I have been doing to try to “blind me” from the sights of stupid Putin shooting blindly at human beings~?

    I tune into to Netflix and watch old SEINFELD episodes. Yes they did do dumb things too, but I would rather laugh at their stupidity than cry at what is happening to the Ukrainians and the utter stupidity of Putin. I wonder if Trump may be his illegal half brother or maybe only a Russian clone.

    I am a little better at love poems~!

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    1. I see you did do the rant after all! I’m so sorry you had a terrible paint disaster but glad your glasses prevented a tragedy! I like your inventive rhyming and the way you worked Putin and 45 into your rant – clever!!!

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    1. Dodi, it makes me so sad to see the brokenness of our world. I’m glad I’m not alone is being able to see – even if I’m looking with trepidation and trembling, afraid of what I see…

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  5. “The whole of the human race just stumbling around” — Amen

    When I thought I might be losing the sight in my right eye last month, I was terrified. BUT it’s easy enough to see the surface of things, the chores, all of that, but my whole life I’ve wanted to see, tried to see, what’s REALLY there. I think it might be impossible for me to succeed at that but maybe the effort itself is all that’s possible? I know by now that fixing everybody’s everything (or anything, or my everything, or anything) is impossible. I probably don’t even see it right. ❤

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    1. That you are stumbling around with me makes it not so bad as it could be! I’d given up trying to fix things long ago. Now I just want to accept others and myself – accepting myself is the more difficult task…

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  6. Oh my goodness Val, your poem is so powerful. Yes, it can be so difficult to see good things in the world when there is so much wrong with it. And aren’t we all so angry and despairing. But hope’s voice hasn’t been totally squashed yet. ❤️

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    1. Thanks bunches Marion! I’m tickled that you found this rant powerful. You are right that there is an abundance of anger and despair, but I’m trying to look for the good and the promise…

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  7. Congrats on a great series of prompts and for sticking to your agenda for the month, well done Val!

    Many suffer spiritual blindness, and that blindness is SO blanketing that they’ve also lost the ability to think for themselves, to see the reality and the role we each play in it … a powerful and very relevant rant 🙂

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        1. True in so many ways. I am always trying to be in control of my thoughts, words, and actions. I sometimes fail (human after all) but I keep trying – and looking for truth, love, and goodness in myself, all the other people, and the world too…

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  8. Blind tides of endless seas,
    An idiot calls breath in and out.
    Who can see and perceive?
    Blinded by one, the other flat.
    The heart attempts to grasp,
    Blind organ of blood, emotion!

    Is everything love red,
    A virgin in your bed?
    A petal from a rose?
    A lady without clothes?
    Blind tides of endless seas.

    All is but a mystery!

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  9. See’s Mysteries

    Blind tides of endless seas,
    An idiot, breath in and out.
    Who can see and perceive?
    Blinded by one, the other flat.
    The heart attempts to grasp,
    Blind organ of blood, emotion!

    Is everything love red,
    A virgin in your bed?
    A petal from a rose?
    A lady without clothes?
    Blind tides of endless seas.

    All is but a mystery!

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    1. Hehe! Thanks – I do let things build up and then I sort of explode in a rant. Sometimes they are even interesting! Since I designed the scavenger hunt I knew the timing would be perfect – ha!

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      1. If you can verbalise it instead of making it physical it’s a win.
        Most love a good rant, either shouting it or hearing it.
        It was a great addition to the hunt 👍

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        1. Thanks Mr. Mouse! A good rant can get rid of lots of baggage and even clear your mind… I’m glad you thought it a good addition. I’m planning another in September – are you interested?

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      1. You are welcome, Val. I know that feeling too well.

        I really enjoyed your poems as well as your challenge. I think I did mot respond to a few, will do so now.
        I would also like to thank you for your continued support, Val, especially during last month. ❤️

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        1. Punam, thank you for your very kind words. I spent most of my professional life as an instructor and in compliance – mostly as a cheer leader urging others to reach their potential. I guess it is just what I do… and it is easy because you are so talented!! ❤

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        1. Mich your poetry is always superior! And I’m always so happy that you participate. I’m starting to put the next one together and I’m already getting excited about it!!! So glad you’re in!

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  10. I dread spiritual blindness far more than its physical twin. I was blinded once, at age 29, for thirty minutes. Fortunately, I made my way to a bench, outside a news stand and vision returned relatively quickly.

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  11. You ranted well, Val! 🙂 Also, this line “Tasks and chores and age stalking me” hit home for me. Can totally identify. It also felt like behind the ranting was some guilt with those last lines, beautiful take on your humanity. 🙂

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