Cyberspace:
A tangled Web
Of data streams...
Though fragile-seeming
Be this Web-Road,
Fortune-seekers run it daily;
Daily Web-industries build
Shining palaces of e-commerce.
Daily former impenetrable forts
Tarnish and crumble,
Tearing huge holes in our Web-road.
WHEN IT IS NO LONGER NAVIGABLE...
What then will be our Highway?
Jocelyn Jensen
Copyright ©2004 Jocelyn L. Jensen
Author's Notes/Comments:
This poem was actually written in 1998. The disparity in copyright date is due to Poetry.com's way of dating things. I was surfing the 'net one day and a pop-up appeared offering a prize for poetry. I recognized it was a "vanity press" site, but thought I would see if I could compose extemporaneously. Though I will NOT buy into their moneymaking schemes, I have become a regular contributor, composing on the spot as needed...lol!