Heads Up: A Very Private Place

We all have to play the hand that has been dealt us - and this week's cards read 'A Very Private Place' . Hmmm. The temptation is to hold such cards close to my chest! However, here goes...

I'm hard to get to know - apparently. I've also been told that people find it difficult to read me, to know what I'm thinking, wouldn't like to play poker against me (not that I play poker, by the way).

I don't know what to make of such assessments. There are people reading this blog who've known me for over half a century, others for a matter of weeks or months. All of you are much better placed to pronounce on such matters than I.

When I was a kid, I used to worry that perhaps people could read my thoughts just by looking at me. Such disquiet (not paranoia exactly) probably derived from being brought up in a religious household, where God could supposedly see into everybody's hearts, minds, inner motives - and there was no hiding place.

I escaped from that particular institution.

However, I'll willingly concede that I'm quite a private person, happy to socialise but equally content with my own company; that I think a lot but don't feel the need to pronounce or spout off except on occasions (including the odd ranting blog); that my primary mode might even be contemplative rather than active.

I live in my head and it's a very private place, but one that I'm comfortable in, thank you.

I'm more of a poet than a politician. I choose words carefully, use them sparingly, occasionally write them down - and never talk in my sleep. I guess that's it really.

What more is there to say?

Just this. In case anyone thinks they can steal my thoughts, I give you the latest short but to-the-point tongue-in-cheek creation:

Caveat Vispillo*
Search elsewhere
for inspiration,
plagiarists.

There are no poems
left in this head
overnight!

*roughly translates as 'Night robber, beware!'

Thanks for reading, S ;-)