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Speculating on Sunday

Today, JB in wintery New Zealand shares thoughts that touch my heart

A sunny, midwinter Sunday with nothing to do and nowhere to go. So..

Have you ever read a poem that seemed to be written just for you?  This is such a poem and it speaks to me in my late husband’s words.  How often did he ask me to put down a book to see something he wanted to share or to tell me something he thought I should like to hear? 

Several years ago (11 to be exact) I came across this poem from James Rainsford. It seemed to be written just for me:

“Please put down that book you’re reading now
and gently close its pages.
So no harm shall come to damage its cold thoughts.
Look up.  Please, look up and see
what little there is left of me where you felt loved.

© James Rainsford – Author, poet, photographer.

Thank you, James, for giving me permission to reprint your poem on my blog some 11 years ago. 

Since that time I have read many of his poems and every one is special.  Click hereto read more of his work.

“James says he is “a one time merchant-seaman, teacher, lecturer, salesman, company director, mushroom farmer, philosopher and inveterate reprobate.  Now trying (not too hard) to become a modern “Renaissance Man” pursuing the questionable consolation of writing, photography””

It was almost like the Roberta Flack song ‘Killing me softly with his song” and the words ” He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair”.  I do think James knew what it was like to be where I was after my husband died.

So those are my thoughts for today. Oh and the definition of speculation according to the OED – is the act of forming opinions about what has happened or what might happen without knowing all the facts.

Today’s quote is from Wayne Dyer, American self-help advocate, author, and lecturer. 1940-

“Be miserable. Or motivate yourself. 
Whatever has to be done, it’s always your choice. 

And from Judith Baxter –

No matter how dark the night we know that whatever happens,
the sun will rise tomorrow and then all the shadows

will be chased away.”
Judith Baxter 1938 –