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Tuesday 8 May 2012


See it Through

Photo: Copyright: James Rainsford

‘Solitaire’ is what they‘d played,
and I’d stayed too late,
in hope that fate
had plans for you and I.
But, it was not to be,
for unlike me,
your mind was occupied elsewhere.

To see how it can end
when all is penned,
When everything I have to say
is spent and blown away,
and all I’ve ever been
is lent – to you, and you, and you.

Then what to do
but see it through?

And captivate true friends
with deeds which make amends
for what I’ve been,
or what I am,
or what I may become.

© James Rainsford 2012



Note to readers: Posted to Open Link Night at dVerse Poets. I'll respond to all who stop by and leave a comment. Looking forward to meeting in the pub tonight. Kind regards to all. James.

15 comments:

  1. No apologies...why speak the words sorry? For who you ever were, who you are today and who ultimately you will become. You certainly captivate me enough with your words and wonderful photography! Love this piece and where it leads my mind to wander...lord knows I've still the bruises of who I used to be...but they are fading ;)Good company can speed up the healing process!

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  2. making amends for what i am & what i am becoming...that is an interesting thought to me...i can see for what i have been...its like the narator can see forward and know what he is about to do...

    solitaire is a great early touch as talking about the interaction between the two as well....

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  3. Scattered and lent are interesting ways to think about what remains. 'Then what to do but see it though?' Yes.

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  4. Liked the flow once more at your shore and yeah all one can do is push through or cuts ties and push on elsewhere.

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  5. These words...speak volumes...And captivate true friends
    with deeds which make amends
    for what I’ve been,
    or what I am,
    or what I may become.

    Good write!

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  6. I like this James...I think if we are true to ourselves, friends will gravitate and accept us for who we are and who are becoming ~ Happy day to you ~

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  7. I think you ask the real question--what is left but to see it through? You always have such wonderful flow in your work. Nice!

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  8. Love all the poetics involved, your skill and experience, but the words captured such a true, honest moment in time. We can just be what we can be when in a time to be. Or something like that :) I enjoyed it.

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  9. This is a very graceful piece James, and yet it has pain twisted in the supple moves...it resonates for me strongly. Fine writing.

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  10. Hello,

    I enjoyed this piece it had a nice flow to it, this part makes me step back and think about life.

    for what I’ve been,
    or what I am,
    or what I may become.

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  11. We are who we are and meet disappointments along the way as we bend and reshape ourselves attempting to please others - then we meet our true friends who accept us for who we are - they are worth waiting for.

    Excellent words James.

    Anna :o]

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  12. To me the meaning of this poem is a person cannot give everything one has to others and thus the self. One has to find true friends who accept and understand the past, present, and will stand by him/her in the future. A well penned write.

    http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2012/05/i-wish-i-were-blind.html

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  13. James this is great - something so selfless....sacrificial almost...someone prepared to do whatever to attract the affections of another - but the fact it seemed unrequited - that sense of resignation...just coloured this with a glorious sadness...at least for me anyway...hope im reading into this correctly? Fine writing James

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  14. Actually- re-reading...maybe this is more self analysiing than I first thought ....Wanting to make amends with friends for the past or the future

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  15. This is very poignant. I completely relate to the sentiment of wanting to make amends. After helping to move my Alzheimer's-stricken mother-in-law 1500 miles to an assisted living facility near us, I wrote my adult kids a note. I told them I was apologizing for what I would no doubt put them through down the road, while I still could.

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