The Website
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri 1/22/04 7:55pm pst

Gasp, the
URL
triggered.....ad pop-ups for a domain name seller????
it was gone...
a universe
in wondered verse
and sights to see so stellar....
In the blink of an eye one dies,
But art should never disappear.
And creativity should never have a seller
In an age when Homestead sells photo storage
And journalists all have personal blogs online
Where souls have tried to communicate across
the abyss of planetary vastness through
the communication links of the great internetal community,
Only to have to see their "digital lifework"go offline....

Gasp, I can't still believe it's so...
A treasure, a family's memories, memories of
lost loved ones, and of fulfilling times
A treasure shared by many including me.
It's like a house I used to visit many times
Has been knocked down....
And a hole is left
Where a whole lot of love used to be.

For Sheryl


(instant poetry post.....8:03pm)

I triggered a link for Wren Wolfbane's site, since I haven't sent any links to this site to my old email list yet, I wanted to pay a visit. Shock greeted me when I realized the domain being sold was her site. I know my site shall disappear, maybe sooner than later. The better and more powerful the net becomes, with the increased potential for communication and creativity unleashed, the more money the companies that control the internet will want in order for mankind to experience anything like when we first put these websites up. I remember my first visit to Wren's pages, and the joy and love I felt, not to mention the wonder I felt as I beheld her artistic endeavors. It was a wonderful experience *as I remember it* because now the website does not exist, except in memory, like so much else in the world today.....