Today my heroine had such a wonderful time <br />she refuses to start a new adventure tonight <br />she earned a break after serving all day as the <br />delighted protagonist of a love story that ended <br />in triumph in a tale much too Gothic to reveal to <br />earthly ears - although the spirit world <br /> <br />Apparently can read our thoughts, I hope they <br />forgave me the fireworks and storms, I hope <br />my guardian angels had the decency to with- <br />draw when thought-forms became too graphic <br />and detailed - psychics say people who <br />passed on linger around us <br /> <br />It is a worrying thought, do they respect my <br />privacy when I construct dramatic events in <br />my head or are they shocked by the wild and <br />wicked ways in which my characters behave <br />insisting on experimenting with all kinds of <br />practices to gain experience <br /> <br />I allow them freedom to try out anything they <br />heard or read about, afterwards they decide <br />what to add to their repertoire of enjoyable <br />events, seems like today’s rendezvous <br />is cherished by the dramatis personae <br />living in my mind, so please <br /> <br />I ask all disembodied consciousness, indulge my <br />little cast, it is wonderful to create a myriad plays <br />in the safety of my mind using fictitious persons <br />to determine the effect of interaction – do not <br />judge me by the actions of my group, I never <br />execute their fantasies, it is a lovely game <br /> <br />Of creating scripts for the private plays in the <br />confidential space offered by my thoughts…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2010-03-27-confidential/
