Navigating from one blogroll to the next, I recently stumbled upon two weblogs where I halted….for quite some time. Both contained poetry, and as I read I was bound in a spell, enchanted by the imagery. I read on, hungry for more, for art that resonates within you can seldom be enough.
Gorgeous, “the poet of pain”, is the creation of a woman’s mind:
Innocent like a child
Restless as an eel
Teasing like a lover
Her words can heal.
Aimless Wanderer, “The Gargoyle”, is a young man:
An anonymous pulsar
emitting waves of sustained brilliance.
A bubbling volcano
spitting words laced with fire.
Both have chosen to keep their identity private, and that lent an aura of mystery to the whole affair. It was like stumbling upon a torn book, without beginning or end, and reading, transfixed to the spot, the pages in between with delight and sadness.
The web, making its transition from a “mainly read” mode to “read-write” mode, has never been more interesting. And people on the web, baring their souls to the world outside, continue to astound and enlighten.