As I was going to…
give this one last shot,
then give this one last shot
I shall.
I shall not
be writing anymore
‘As I was going to…’
poems (or prose) –
and that is for sure.
Until, a while has passed –
and I know not
how long a ‘while’ is.
But, bathe in the knowledge,
that it is now safe
to come our of the closet,
and read my works
once again.
However, as I did mention before,
I shall now spend
the rest of the month
posting the same poem
with different titles –
won’t that be fun?
Graeme Sandford 
What a rotter. Did anyone notice?
I skipped the ones I recognised … but don’t tell anyone.
Ha! Nobody mentioned it – but, the next phase will sort out the Lemmings from the Orang-utans.
Take care, Cage
G:)
I once wrote a book that was all effect before cause, and everyone who said they read it didn’t mention it. Hmmmmm, do people notice?
No, people (including me, sometimes) miss some of the detail that has been carefully crafted by the writers. Only oneself knows oneself to even 50% of what we are – discuss. G:)
Or is it only writers and poets who stop to observe the still along with the flash?
Writers and poets can be more observant, but, then write upon a mote from all they saw.
My ‘motes’ are quite weird at times.
G:)
So many motes, so few moments to emote them …
True dat!
Have a lovely day, Café (auto-correct) Cage. G:)