Pressed up against the clock,
Hours public for feet wiping,
Minutes thrown off in liberation,
Gathered at day’s end in frustration,
Plugged-in in public, lips moving
Without sound, an invisible
Barrier, isolated, access gained
To a treasure trove in full view,
A symphony melding unlikely visions
To thoughts soaring to soundtracks.
A solitary confinement in the open.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.


About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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4 Responses to Plugged-In

  1. Bastet says:

    Shivver at solitary confinement in the open…very nice.

  2. I felt thrown into the mix right away, tossed with the words and same out with a breath of “wowsers!” – Good.

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