I Can’t be Shackled

Balroop submitted the first poetic response. I hope you enjoy meeting her muse.

***

“Welcome home,” I hope your adventures are no longer alluring for you.

“Please don’t close that door,” she sprawled on the couch, hardly paying any attention to my smile.

A cold sweep almost knocked me over, and I closed the door.

“Do you want to asphyxiate me?” She leaped toward the French window to get out into the patio and collapsed on the loveseat.

Teenage tantrums don’t sway me. I buried myself into the murder mystery that was more interesting than her shenanigans.

“I know those thoughts! Don’t mess with me; consider me as your blessing. Don’t try to tie me to your strings.”

I looked up in awe, as she spouted:

(Continue reading: I Can’t be Shackled)

22 thoughts on “I Can’t be Shackled

  1. Balroop’s muse is mysterious and brooding, Diana.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Vashti Q says:

    Great entry by Balroop. I enjoyed it very much. Thanks for sharing, Diana❣️

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Balroop’s muse is fantastic and Diana thank you so much for sharing this lovely piece of writing.

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Pink Roses says:

    That was wonderful! Thanks to Diana for sharing it, and to Balroop for writing it!

    Liked by 2 people

  5. I love Balroop’s poetry. Her muse is ahh-musing, too 🙂

    Liked by 3 people

  6. balroop2013 says:

    Thank you Diana for sharing it at your blog, much appreciated.

    Liked by 2 people

Comments are warmly welcomed. Don't be shy .

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s