Chained Poem by Francie Lynch

Chained



A few years ago
Writers were chained
To typewriters.
Imprisoned by words.
Filling rolled white pages,
Onion-skinned and erasable.
They knew where
Their chains ended.
Today, I'm tethered
To a satelite,
With no end
In sight.

Monday, May 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: writing
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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